Dark Nights




to listen to

the reflections

of the skeptics on

the spirituality

of the saints 

As though

it were


that those who

serve God’s will

most often feel

the farthest

from God

That those

who cast the

brightest light

are themselves

conscious but

of deepest


To touch

a leper out

of wholeness is

but mere magic

To touch one out

of one’s own

leprosy is



About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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4 Responses to Dark Nights

  1. Deep, dark and yet enlightening….


  2. “If I must boast, I will boast of the things that show my weakness…”


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