Shadows                                                    
Gentle in my room
Silent
Heralds of approaching evening
Resting
Aware now of you
Dear ones
From the gathering light
Close now
Linking to me
Here in wholeness
Of the one life.
No fear
Now, end of all pain
That stalks
Predatory in tangled
Forests
Of the fragmented self.
Dear ones
Close, teaching that
With all shadows,
In time
Will come light on
The pilgrim path.

                              George Coombs