Discalced Carmelite Friars

Province of St. Therese


Outside Time


We entered an eclipse but 
instead of creeping nightfall 
the afternoon shimmered with 
embers of burning silver light.

Thousands – dare I say millions – 
pledged a view of the spectacle. Yet
on my patch of grassy earth, 
all is calm, quiet, and bright.

Neither bird nor bee, dog nor tree stir.
And I stand – stunningly alone.  For 
this midday Rapture isn’t darkness, 
but a soul resounding Thud…

Was it a chord struck in the cosmos,
Reaching forever outward, 
into the noonday of Time?


This poem is an attempt to share what transpired during the solar eclipse of Aug 21, 2017.  I was in a geographic area that only had a partial – 80% – eclipse, but what transpired – for me – was/is inexpressible.


Written by Hannah De Lisser
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