how sacred is the darkness
the silence of the soil
the cellar quenching thirst
and strengthening weary bones

don’t let your eyes get caught
on ugly barren light
and days thinned of color
while the branches rattle
in winter’s frigid heights

descend the cellar steps
behold in candle glow
a family on their knees
in patient hymns of prayer

roots grow down in secret
an intimate convention
with minds on one thing set
to find God in the blindness
and fill the land with heaven