Sleepwalkers – a Friday Sonnet

Sleepwalkers
for George MacDonald

When darkness burns a hole in all our views,
And knowledge-ash-curled edges seed dismay,
Can we know anything we know we knew?
Will you show us all and call this today?
We see few truths with heartless, burned out eyes;
Twice-seared with every disappointment first,
And second by the fire’s condemning lies.
These leave us twice blind with nothing but thirst
To guide us stumbling on dark wisdom’s feet;
We’re senselessly grasping all with death’s grip,
Our sockets sooted, our hearts incomplete,
Mistakenly naming as oceans each drip.
Dawn bright, O Dayspring, name this as night–
Shine on and show us how shadowed our sight.

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Poem and photo by Ben White (Thanks to Gwyneth White for her assistance)

You can listen to me read it here
https://soundcloud.com/benwhitepoetry/sleepwalkers-a-sonnet-by-ben