Monday, March 14, 2011

Nicodemus

Late at night we become emboldened

and allow deep-within doubts

to glimpse, as it were,

the light of day.


So the teacher of Israel comes

in darkness to talk with the man

whose words glimmer

like a lake beneath a full moon.


A staccato celebration of questions,

a shimmer of provocations,

gleaming surprises,

and glistening affirmations;


of sparkling water, rushing wind,

and life.


©Ken Rookes

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