Here at the end of a long week, not looking for quick fixes or sugar-coated hope, I went in search of a poem.
Here is the back cover of Gideon Heugh’s new book of poetry, Rumours of Light.
And here is a place to sit awhile and let its gentle light seep into our souls.
RUMOURS OF LIGHT
The hope that’s lingering
beneath the dark horizon;
the hallowed spark hiding
within the folds of the night;
the breath of wonder poised
above our aching souls.
These bitter-beautiful mysteries.
These dreams of dawnsong
swimming through the trees.
These strange rumours of light.
+ Gideon Heugh
Here, we cannot see the dawn because of the valley’s orientation. But we sometimes have awesome sunsets.