Written by Cornelia Schmit

Who am I in this darkest place? not

enough light then to see my own

reflection my skin is sticky with mud I

can’t get clean

sand embedded deep beneath my fingernails, trapped

between my toes

Who am I and how do I go on? there is no crawling out

from the deep crevasse womb of earth crushing

pressure almost put of breath my lids are heavy laden with dust and stone

“Father take me home”

When You finally wipe away the night the pale

stars blind me (wash me clean) sky swirling

with stars van gogh verschuier streaking

comet hisses leaves me warm (guide my feet)

you set my heart back to beating and tell me “not yet”

I praise You for this a

vision of beauty now in the pit the

depths the belly of the beast I close

my eyes & feel your embrace now

in the pitch dark I see stars