Echoes No.1: Under A Dark Sky Poem by Daniel Brick

I rose early today. I waited patiently
for the sky to unfold its glory and
spread its light. But the sky remained
stubbornly overcast and no golden light
poured over me. Still even the faintest
morning light traces a single path
to discoveries. To walk that path is to be
a man or a woman who lives the living truth.

The morning arrived in its due time. It knows
its place in the world is modest and transient.
And it does not need to promise us more than
that time we spend together when the world allows
us to be together You may not believe this yet
but the promise was revealed by an angel
who descended from the moon in a sacred mist,
and then returned fulfilled to the hidden king.

The sky today was just a locked room, hoarding
its beauty. No light came forth into our selves
from that blank expanse. But your words, alive
in your poem, released a rescuing light that
brightened this day of gloom. And my poem caught
fire from yours and now it is poised to inspire you.
You may not believe this but you will because it is
simply your heart which rises every morning to spread its light.

(This poem is a response to "Where Has the Angel Voice Gone? "
by Baharak Barzin.)