By Leanne Webber
For when the earth
Turns Her back on Him.
Dark night descends and
Turns all black and dim.
No sun in sight,
Yet there She shines,
Full and vibrant,
Basking in the reflection
Of His light.
Then in timely, cyclic,
Rare event,
Orbits crossed
Have now procured;
Through mother earth’s
Full shadow,
His light
Is temporarily obscured.
Her guiding radiance,
Relied upon
Instinctively,
By earthbound dwellers,
Now faded into russet
And deepest ochre;
Plotted by prophets, seers
And storytellers.
Yet She stays solid
In her knowing,
That this ominous rufescence
Is just a fleeting, passing phase,
That will return to luminescence.
Though for now
He can’t be seen,
Means not that
He will not return,
And She will
Once again be lit,
Whilst He will
Never cease to burn.
And once again
No sun in sight,
Yet there She shines,
Full and vibrant,
Basking in the
Presence of His light.
