Coronary Reflexions 51 to 53
David L. Young
53. The Darkest Hour
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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
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
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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