The Meaning of the Night

At the close of the day
When the door of the night
Opens to the unknown
Illusions fall away
Fade softly with the light
And we are left alone
To sit before a plate
Of things to think about
So much to contemplate
Hope for... dream of... and doubt

We try to penetrate
The riddle of it all
The mystery of fate
And end up feeling small
Yet this is when we grow
When the silence can teach
As we are still and know
And unselfconscious reach
With no one to impress
What light hides from our eyes

And thus blessed then we bless
When from the dark we rise

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI

when wrestling, restless with thoughts
in the midst of an uneasy cloud
in the middle of a sultry night
the surprising glance floods us when we seek
the flow of cool breeze coming from an open window
where we gaze into a deep navy sky
with stars spilling out their hearts