Returning daylight, now
today at vernal equinox
a day victorious
against the blindness of the night.
Imagine if, also rays of truth
could penetrate the twilight
spread by hate.
If spring could make it clear how much
we waste to be amused (or horrified).
What matters light for yet a hospital aflame?
What matters light behind a cloud of drones?
What matters light for starving children?
Still reflect what’s passed and hope
that on the other side
the warmth of truthful light
may once again be felt.
Chu Teh-Chun
Today we have OLN at dVerse and Lillian is hosting.
March 20, 2025
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Loving everything about this and most especially these words:”Imagine if, also rays of truthcould penetrate the twilightspread by hate.”
AMEN to that!
Yes… if only… one day spring will come.
We had our warmest day of the year so far today, Björn, but I wasn’t able to go out for a walk, and could only enjoy it from the window. Yes, it was indeed a ‘day victorious against the blindness of the night’. Yes, we need rays of truth to ‘penetrate the twilight spread by hate’.
if we could only get out of this twilight.
I love the way your poem changes from light to dark!
The sharpness of your language is so exquisitely paired with the pain of what’s behind it, and the visual transformation that leaves the lingering light of not enough, of regret, of emptiness, of the wrong sustenance.
Thank you, I usually enjoy Equinox quite a lot, but I feel there is so much other darkness so it’s hard to enjoy the light.
I fear the light returns too late and with it a feral heat too soon.
At least we know there will be no middleground left.
So much to love here especially; “Imagine if, also rays of truth could penetrate the twilight spread by hate.” 💙💙
If only – one can hope…sigh
rays of truth
could penetrate the twilight
spread by hate.
Imagine if, also rays of truth
could penetrate the twilight
spread by hate.
Will this spring bring the world back…one wishes so very much, but things just look so bad…
An imagination for us all, Bjorn. Perhaps the cycle from hate to spring takes light years instead of three or four months!
Spring goes on no matter what, but if only it didn’t have to amid bombed hospitals and warfare.
A poem for the times , Bjorn!
a prayer that does not rely on religion. well said, Bjorn ~
“the twilight spread of hate” a most excellent and ominous metaphor, Bjorn.
“by hate” pardon me, did not want to misquote you!
Here’s hoping truth’s light will prevail in a good way in the end, Björn.
Sadly, a person’s truth is not always morally acceptable.
Nice write Björn
“what matters” ~ those two words ~ I can’t get out of my mind. A great write, Bjorn.