At the Swing of Midnight

I really love this poem, for lack of a more elegant opener. It’s similar to What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction, except it wasn’t written by teenagers and it has a touch more grace. It doesn’t apply to only women either, though I’m happy to dedicate this post for our beloved females. I know enough people who walk around oblivious to the light they emanate wherever they go. Beautiful minds and beautiful hearts with their thoughts elsewhere, devoid of ego or self-awareness of how amazing they are (in this case, it does not take one to know one).

My ask: send this to someone to which you feel it applies. 


At the Swing of Midnight

At the swing of midnight, on the day you were born,

Three lightning bolts came together.

The first, sinuous and long, said, “I shall make her graceful.”

The second, jagged and strong, said, “I shall give her a mind

That cuts into darkness like diamond.”

The third, bright as a sun, said, “I shall give her radiance

That warms and brightens all those around her.”

 

 

As the three lightning bolts descended on the newborn,

Lightning-fast,

A fourth came along, so spectral and pale as to go unseen,

And whispered: “I shall make her forget.”

 

 

And so she walked the earth, oblivious to her gifts,

Save when staring into a newborn’s endless eyes

Or hearing a strain of music so pregnant with yearning

As to have the weight of truth,

Or when a dusty pilgrim would arrive from far away

And cry, “Ave!,” with wild eyes that could see

The goddess for the human that she was.

 

 

— Ali Binazir 10/2012

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