Shadow Poem by L C Vieira

Two a.m.
a shadow hangs
before my waking eyes
and
interrupted sleep -
the moon just right, spills light
on the Victorian lamppost outside.

A framed cross, not the locust branches
in the yard -
a Cross
distinct, all night
as I awake twice more.

Concerns flooded me before,
but there it is -
this dark and miserable symbol
turned to hope for all
before
and now, again -
I pray.

A gift of calm,
a smile back at me -
and Hope.
I slip back into sleep
knowing it will still be there
when I can't see it.

(2012)