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Light in the Darkness

Light in the Darkness

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

"And God said, "Let there be light."


“God said, ‘Let there be light;’

and I was born.”


I have said this for years,

not really thinking much about it,

certainly not thinking of myself as a light,

but saying it because

a sense of humor

has gotten me through some of the

toughest times in life.

Fake it until you make it.


When love becomes hate

and a mother becomes a monster

and a father burns the bridge too far,

collapsing under the weight of infidelity,

light naturally slips through the cracks,

at least that’s what Rumi says.


The family tree was burned and scarred,

branches scattered here and there

with no clasping in between.

Truth was choked out and hidden

behind walls of obfuscation

like ivy consuming an abandoned home.


Flowers grew through cracked pavement

reaching for the light,

often trampled under the weight

of heavy souls without direction

but soles steadily moving,

looking to hide behind

the jagged edges

of a mirror without reflection.


But I really was that light

in the darkness.


My mother used to be a light,

snuffed out by hands of abuse.

She never learned to shine again.


A son was born

and given away,

a whisper ~ ~ ~

Michael Christopher.


A second spark was lit -



quiet -

a miscarriage,

a curse or a blessing.

You decide.


My father used to be a light,

vanquished by parents lost too soon

and a feeling of being unloved.

He never learned to shine again,

a rebel.


Both of them found each other

in the darkness

hoping for the light,

but neither stood a chance.


And I was born.


My sister was born.


My mother fell into the arms

of my father’s best friend.

They both fell into a bed of contrition,

and my father witnessed the fall

of ashes around him,

the ruin of his marriage.

Everything burned to the ground.


At twenty-three, he left,

immersed himself with night,

drove himself into the oblivion

of a tall tree,

the impact

snapping his neck.


My mother continued to lay

in the bed she had made.


A third daughter was born.


With each new soul,

the light seeped through.

The darkness hovered round.


I can’t speak for the other two,

but the darkness almost drowned me out.


I was a portal to promise,

light shining through the keyhole

of a dark door slammed shut

against the sight of a brighter tomorrow.


I shined,

determined to turn away from the dark.


I shine,

despite the cracks and flaws.


One day,

my light will burst through the cracks



My wings will press downward

and backward,

and I will soar higher and higher

until I burst through

the clouds

into the bright light of heaven

from which I came,

from which I return.


“God said, ‘Let there be light,’

and I was born.”

© 2023 Linda Marie Van Tassell

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Linda Marie Van Tassell

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The deluge of misfortune the speaker describes makes one wonder how any light at all survived. The last four verses testify that it did, though, and will continue. What appears to be a pit can often become a ladder with patience and determination.

Posted 3 Days Ago

dearest Linda Marie... a Portrait well painted. In our golden years, we share reflections... even to people passing by. I think of a Steeple with a Chime that whispers through the clouds. Poets paint feelings and share healings.... lost in the Art of words. I bid you Adieu.... my friend... Peace and Love... softly, Pat

Posted 2 Months Ago

Yes you are a light despite all the above or can I say because of all the above. Beautiful.
Just to repeat myself.

Posted 2 Months Ago

We have such deep reasons for being what we are and the reasons are our families. They shape us and our destinies and there echoes never stop ringing within us. A beautiful poem with such an apt title.

Posted 2 Months Ago

I twice listened and then, importantly, read but cried til my thoughts were shattered, useless.. I knew my words would be crass.

Months later, perhaps I've learned a little more about true light and the loss of it, the looking back, the looking forward - the two often seeming to be each other's varying darkness. You speak with deep feelings, knowledge, memories to the fore.. your courage here, is remarkable. Your words could have an amen.. but perhaps, also 'Finis' ?

Posted 2 Months Ago

Very somber music indeed that fits this poem to a tee…..such tragic circumstances surround….such honesty appears, such darkness falls, but some light between the cracks…. I can relate a bit to this horrible situation as I represent neglected and abused children in court whose parents are homeless, drug addicts, etc…. At the moment I have seven kids all under 15 who are separated in foster homes and mother and father live in a tent ….. in your very poignant poem, there is some light through all the sorrow…. And you can reach for that light and do reach…so there is some hope for you…. I read this three times and almost cried….. it is beautiful even through the cracks……warmly, B

Posted 2 Months Ago

Beautiful way you expressed. Really excellent.

Posted 2 Months Ago

Wow! That was powerful. Maybe in the write you become the light. Shedding the dark memories by sharing them in our light. A child may have to know darkness to find the light. I hope you shine on, despite living in your parent's plight.

Posted 3 Months Ago

Emerson wrote "There is a crack in everything God has made" and Leonard Cohen added, "That's how the light gets in" The world is full of shadows and darkness and we need that light inside. So like fireflies on a summer night, once we see each other we recognize a kindred spirit; a fellow light in a darkened world. I enjoyed the read. F.

Posted 3 Months Ago

Linda Marie Van Tassell

3 Months Ago

What a lovely and insightful review. I couldn't agree with you more. Thank you.

3 Months Ago

You're very welcome. Thank you for sharing your work. It stirs empathy in the reader and touches in.. read more
Well, this was quite the piece, wasn't it. Willweb summarized the exact thought I had when reading this, i.e., a "brave offering". Writings such as this don't easily flow out. They slowly purculate up through the soul for many long years then burst through the surface in an immense release inner conflict and emotion. The result is a powerful write.

Posted 3 Months Ago

Linda Marie Van Tassell

3 Months Ago

Thank you, Rick. For years, I have been saying, "God said, 'Let there be light, and I was born.'" .. read more
Rick Puetter

3 Months Ago

You are most welcome.

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Added on August 27, 2023
Last Updated on September 7, 2023
Tags: Light in the Darkness, Linda Marie Van Tassell, Darkness, Light, Life, Death, Eternal


Linda Marie Van Tassell
Linda Marie Van Tassell


Poetry has been my passion since I was about fifteen years old, and I love the structure of rhyme and meter moreso than just randomly throwing words upon a page without any form whatsoever. Whi.. more..


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