by Susan Haifleigh
In the end redemption,
unearned, even in our darkest moment
a silent fountain overflows
a cello plays melancholic notes
almost too beautiful to bear
everything sharpens into focus
leaving behind what only
seemed necessary
now abandoned to float away
while the wind carries words
through ink and rising voice
inextricably connecting the eternal
bringing a tiny spark back
lifting it up out of the darkness
while those left standing
on the shore stack stones
like prayers embodied
gently lifting their damp eyes
to the far horizon as the arc of stars
unveils itself in the distance.
Susan Haifleigh’s work is published in “Story Medicine,” “The Closed Eye Open” and “Beyond Words.” She recently received two second place awards in the “Peninsula Poets Contest.” Susan lives in Northville, Michigan.