Which Emptiness?

A small closed darkness
brittle as the cinders
of a used story,
enveloped by a velvet darkness
the size of night.
Which emptiness
are you, Raven?
How could there be
two, Raven?
Now circle yourself,
restless as a star,
your wings the beaten
shadows of silence,
and out beyond what
names and knows,
become what you are,
the healing darkness
of God.

Ravenart by my dear friend, Elizabeth Miller