Transcendental Sonnet #1407:
Midnight

Midnight seems to me to be the juncture
The intersecting point of death and birth
The spacetime fabric subject to puncture
When heaven might intrude upon the earth

Or even soaring earth to heaven climb
On ardent wings two lovers in embrace
Exceed their limits to attain sublime
Transcendence with their passion as their grace

And in those hours which follow silently
We see the face of God in you and me
The absolute the ultimately real
Expressed beyond the realms of dark and light

We cannot speak it but can only feel
The intersecting juncture of midnight

+Steven Curtis Lance



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