When the Day Is Done

by John Herlihy

The day was brilliant,

Now the light dwindling.

When the day is done,

And the shadows fall.

The night settles in,

After hidden from view.

I gaze at the stars,

Those aging specs of light.

With their wealth of mystery,

I wonder to myself.

What is it all about,

Sitting in this quiet darkness.

While rest assured, far out there,

In the deepest realm of night.

Lies the origin of the universe,

And the very meaning of life.

The earth turns from day into night,

The river of life flows onward.

Surrounded by vast Infinity,

Wrapped in timeless eternity.

Where without any limits,

And without any care.

The Divine Mystery prevails,

In the eternal day as prayer.

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Copyright © John Herlihy

Friday 9 May 2025