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LOVE LETTERS FROM A BLACK HOLE©2025 Sara Etgen-Baker
Gravity bends; time stretches, light falters.
Love letters appear through the void;
Written in the language of stardust,
their ink swirls like the arms of faraway galaxies.
Through the event horizon, I write back
penning my heart to you with stardust and hope,
each letter a promise that I will find you
in the swirling chaos where love defies gravity.
I have discovered the truth:
even from a black hole,
love can escape.
In its orbit, we are infinite.
(poem written for BLACK HOLE LOVE POETRY CONTEST, Tom Woody Sponsor)
DAWN
~It's 5:40 am....
I can hear all types of birds outside singing;
I believe there're praising God;
In the darkness of my bedroom;
I can see a dim, streaks of lights;
What can this mean, shall I too be singing,
Falling on my knees I thank the Lord for a new day beginning;~
I’m looking out my window
And as I see
I beckoning of a new day dawning
Sheltered by some trees
Yet through the leaves
I see piercings imagery of hues of yellows and orange
My eyes waver, as I view and savor
A mighty rush comes from my eyes to my brain
As I witness the dawn the beginnings of a new morn
Beautiful God’s vision thank you Lord
God eye is peaking just above the horizon
God is awakening His world
The bottoms of the clouds black but lighten up
to gray on top their white
There’s a glare everywhere where the sun touches
Silhouette leaves a brown, reddish, orangey residue
As the Father awakens me and you, everyone to your feet
Rises… it’s a new day
DAWN
07/22/18
Dusk Or Dawn Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet |
Let us move on, my heart,
Though the weight of yesterday still lingers,
There’s a horizon calling us,
With the promise of brighter fingers.
The past may bleed through every scar,
But we cannot stay in the shadows of who we were,
For the light of tomorrow is waiting,
A dawn that we can now prepare.
Let us move on, my soul,
Not forgetting, but forgiving,
For there’s strength in what we’ve lost,
And freedom in what we’re living.
The pain will not define us,
Though it tried to make us small,
We’ve risen from the ashes,
And we’ll stand proud through it all.
So let us move on, hand in hand,
Into a world that’s still unknown,
For every step we take together,
We’ll build a place to call our own.
Let us move on, and let it be,
A journey of becoming free.
The time has come today as young hearts go their own way
Not something to put off another day not caring what I say
The rooms have changed today leaving us no place to stay
The time has come today where everybody's forgot to pray
The time has now come around looking for lost to be found
To where so many are bound upon the Earth spinning round
With Truth trampled on the ground the lies begin to mound
It's your soul you need to ground in who the Father Crowned
Like a wave on the horizon you only think that you can run
A brightness that eclipses the sun as all wickedness is done
Today everybody is having fun with no place for God's Son
And then soon there will be none as too the Father will shun
Yes that time is now here as into world events we can peer
The Bible was met with a closed ear in such things to fear
Even down to this not being clear, not able to shed a tear
But no matter how things may appear that time is so near
Sailing on a ship of dreams, through a deep and starlit night
The wind softly hums a lullaby, as the sails catch the pale moonlight
Indigo waters fade to lighter hues, when we reach the Morpheus shore
Where the anchor is tossed by a somnolent crew, in the place we are to moor.
The ship settles down in a harbor, cradled between two arms of land
As though lulled to sleep within this embrace, the keel leans upon the sand
The tall mast reaches up to the heavens, to nestle amidst the clouds
While waves gently rock the quiet deck, with each dip of its massive bow.
Troupes of fish dance past the stern, silver scales casting prisms of light
While birds on the shore flutter exotic fans, with no thought of taking flight
Time halts to stand on its tiptoes, strained in balance it tilts and shifts
Then the stars wearily blink their eyes closed, and the tide sets the ship adrift.
The anchor is heaved and hoisted, each link draws a series of sighs
While the captain stands quietly before the helm, gazing at the brightening sky
His eyes crinkle up at the corners, emulating the soft rays of the sun
As Awaken brushes the horizon, with strokes of topaz, sapphire, and plum.
A yawn of breath unfurls the sails, with snoring puffs they billow
As tangy brine streams down my face, drops dew beads on my pillow
Floating thoughts of an uncharted course, bound on the seas of night
Sink as the waltz to the seagull’s song, bows into the morning light.
Dedicated to Evans, who gave poetry the voice to sing, and the feet to dance.
In death we departed,
you knew your time had come.
Your body rose to meet last breath,
then sunk again, to hold
forever's peace within your chest.
Such frozen coldness set your bones,
grey/blue lips, cyanosis undertones;
and what for me to do next,
but search your soul,
which lies not in your breast?
Confused, perplexed,
I know you do not sleep;
but watch the world go by.
Not in the casket buried 6 foot deep,
yet in my heart and mind.
A trace of sadness,
not understanding yet;
and nothing to lose.
So mournful these tears I cry,
unseen under the mist of time.
Saying Goodbye the next life's waiting,
I see the road back in different light.
Wavering unsafe over the horizon,
I conjure dream like wraiths;
sinister and heavy against the spirits.
Where memories leap
you will not die,
for patiently you'll wait;
and until then I know you'll stand
like sentinel at gate.
I know you keep a watch o'er us,
protect from harm
all those you loved.
Through long and lonely hours I sigh,
remembering long lost days gone by.
You keep me warm
and comfort me in ways
Only you could ever know how
Until we meet again some day
some bright new tomorrow.
Authors note
Purely fictional
As the cycles of night and day renew,
a rising sun inks ebony skies blue.
And crystal drops of misty morning dew
sparkle like diamonds, as Dawn's light breaks through.
While the horizon bleeds a blood-red hue,
Night's twinkling stars disappear, right on cue.
And an owl breaks the silence with a "whoo,"
as shifting silhouettes come into view.
And a rooster crows cock-a-doodle-doo,
announcing Sol's spectacular debut.
Sleeping songbirds wake, to bid Night adieu;
basking in sunlight, as they're known to do.
Colored clouds absorb tints like a tissue,
held aloft with an invisible glue.
Nature's artwork, no artist can outdo:
for inspiration; it's Her; they turn to.
I can wait for you, my love, in the silence of flowing time,
long and heavy years, with faith burning in every moment,
and let the nights be silent witnesses, guardians of longing,
one year, two, perhaps even a lifetime, wrapped in dreams.
The leaves of the calendar fall like the leaves of a tree in autumn,
but my desire remains steadfast, like a boundary stone,
only to know that it's not in vain, that my longing has roots,
that you need this waiting, this time given as a gift.
I can follow you through thickets and untrodden paths,
through scorching sands, where roads disappear into the horizon,
through mountains, on any path, even where not even the devil has set foot,
passing through all storms, without complaining about anything.
I will face fears and shadows, with an open and strong heart,
only to know that it's not in vain, that in the end, you will not betray,
that this journey together has meaning and light, that it's not just a dream.
I can give you everything I have, all that I am, without asking for anything in return,
and accept in your place the bitterness of the harshest destinies,
to consider my happiness the gift of offering you the whole world,
only to know that it's not in vain, that my love is not a shadow,
that I love you with purpose, that I am not living an unfulfilled dream.
The slender blades of upright grass look up
To the unfurled sky dawning the day
Over the unmowed meadow
Their tips holding the pearly drops of dew
Sparkling in the glow of the rising sun
I see in them the faces of the children of fate
Lighted by the smile of residual innocence
Although for them their sun rises
With no promise of purpose
For it has already set in the dark horizon of future.
The drops of dew don’t bejewel the grass
They wash the dirt of our times
Trampled they fall uncared and soiled
Disappear ignored and abandoned
In the glare of the blazing day
The dreams of dew die premature.
It pains me it hurts me
To see their blank colorless hearts
Losing the hue of joy of youthful splendor
Flowing in tears to the drowning shadow of obscurity
Nobody helps to hold the hands
Nobody cares to show the shore.
Before my sun finally sets
I want to give its remaining rays
To the sunless dews for them to glow in their time
I want to drip the last drop of fluid empathy
From my heart so their innocent smile doesn’t dry
I want to show the children of deprivation
The dreams of dew
The dreams that never die.
June 5, 2018
(This is in protest against child labor)
Coming out on the porch this morning after the sun had risen far above the horizon...I
noticed that my herbs looked wilted. Checked but not really dry just potbound or rootbound
in too small of a container..Life___how many of us are potbound or rootbound contained in a
container that we outgrew years ago___stuck, complacent not growing and soon will die from
starvation because we can't receive the nourishment from the source of our total being the
giver of life the One Who gives the Living Waters....In the next few days I will get larger
pots, fresh soil, and remove those plants..distrub their roots...Repot them giving their root
system room to grow..They will come out giving me fresh French Tarragon, and Lemon
Thyme all summer..I will enjoy watching them grow and produce....What about me? Will I
get out of the pot that is too small and grow?