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
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The riddle of it all"
So true, my friend; if we are not too afraid to go there. Your poetry is always so compelling and engaging and so very meaningful, Steive. All I can say is thank you. I am humbly honored for your comments on my weekly "poem." Unlike you, words to "put on the page" don't come easily to me. I am grateful for your being willing to comment and I value your friendship. Love and peace to you,
Regis
Fee