What does it mean to
tell our stories,
to lay bare our truth?
To reveal not just our pain,
but our souls.
To crack open our hearts
and let light pour out,
abundant light,
generous light.
A light that glows and grows
and disperses
across landscapes and seascapes,
across mountains and rivers,
and cities,
and ordinary lives.
It means, of course,
that we have offered it up.
Released it.
An act of both sacrifice and preservation.
A gift.
And in the eastern sky
we see it,
rising,
the dawning of a new day.
Katharine Kline is writing from the shores of Lake Superior in Northern Minnesota. She is an educator and a freelance writer and poet.
Photo by Kwayne Jnr.
