Coronary Reflexions  51 to 53

 

 

David L. Young



 

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51.   Down from the Night Sky

52.   Night Sounds at Brady's

53.   The Darkest Hour


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Down from the Night Sky

 

June 1994 / Seargentsville, NJ

 

ancient man, man today

staring at the night sky

a billion stars a billion miles away

sun goes down, stars appear

and scatter silver light

the question of six thousand years

staring down from the night sky

five billion fools on a spinning globe

staring at the night sky

are we fooling ourselves or are we fools for You

blessed are they who mourn the earth

and leave their folly behind

to love the gift of the virgin birth

staring down from the night sky

the wheel turns

lines on our faces grow deep

seasons pass like faces on a carousel

stars smile

holding their breath like a child

time runs into eternity

man alone, or lonely man

staring at the night sky

he who has ears let him understand

who are we that God should care

a handful of dust on a current of air

it's just a matter of time till we all get there

staring down from the night sky

 

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Night Sounds at Brady's

 

March 1999 / Martha's Vineyard

 

wind chimes jingle the gale from the sea

whips round the gables

ghostly and free

whispering secrets

like light of the moon

brady's kettle whistles softly

i hear the churn of the spoon

the fire burns low

and i struggle for words,

eyelids heavy,

drift from the door

of sweet meditation

to silent domains

where no one is safe

from secret pain

and now and then

it's so still

i can almost hear the stars turn

and winter yearn for spring

and winter yearn for spring

 

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The Darkest Hour

 

March 2001 / Ashby, MA

 

The darkest hour is just before the dawn

'Tis then you wake me, soft touch to my heart

Deafening silence wrestles with my sleep:

Echoes of your laughter, fragments of song

Sting like love's arrow, that bittersweet dart -

I nurture the hurt, it's a wound I will keep.

Think of it: endless miles and grueling time

(Days, weeks, months!) do naught to quench the fire -

The sea itself, though awesome and sublime

Could not contain the depth of my desire;

And heaven's stars, though countless, pale beside

The brilliant jewels set deep below your brow:

Eyes all aglow with passion from inside -

Fixed in your gaze, I submit to you, now.

And waiting for horizon's turn to light

I'm safe in your arms, in the dark of the night.

 

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