Through the miracle of technology
I watch the shaft of light enter the tomb
some three-thousand miles from my home.
How did the ancients build this wonder?
It gives me pause on this darkest day of the year—
this reminder to celebrate the sunrise
to find the bright spot in the darkness.
It speaks to my latent sensibilities
for even as the light fades from the tomb
our days grow longer.
Sunlight and shadows, light and dark;
around us…within us… inherent to us all.
Old to new, passing down through the ages—
that we can still find hope for the living
in this tomb for the dead.
© Ginny Brannan 2020