Windows of Night (poem) by John Herlihy on AuthorsDen

Windows of Night
by John Herlihy → (All Poetry by John Herlihy)
Sunday, March 15, 2020 Rated "G" by the Author.

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-- Windows of Night -- John Herlihy Behold, windows of night reflect soft moon light, Tempting our weary hearts with its visions bright. The windows of night open unto a blackness deep; The cries of night’s wilderness into our hearts seep. No one will venture to guess if any light be allowed; Night shadows give way, each wrapped in a shroud. Stars bursting with light, but the moon only a sliver; Gentle wind stirs trees a while. as our hearts shiver. A sleeping rosebud takes no notice of its sharp thorn, As it awaits the gentle hush to accompany the dawn. From the distant horizon emerges an unearthly glow; The cascade of stars falls, from where we never know. I do stand bravely alert in the face of this vast infinity; I listen as my heart sings melodies of timeless eternity. My infant ears never heard soothing lullabies so sweet; My heart now beats hard, as I await my Maker to meet. - - - - - - (c) John Herlihy 6 June 2019

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on March 19, 2020

HE NEVER TIRES OF 'GIFTING' US! MORNING, NOON OR NIGHT, HIS UTMOST TREASURES ARE THERE. AND, CERTAINLY, THROUGH HIS 'NIGHT WINDOWS' THE REALITY THAT 'HE LIVES' IS SUBSTANTIATED AND OUR DESIRE TO SEE HIM...HEIGHTENED. A FINE WORK, IMMENSELY ENJOYED. THIS IS A KEEPER. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on March 16, 2020

Some very memorable lines in this poem honoring the infinity of the night in the coming of night for all of us, eventually. One can easily see the Milky Way stars appearing like a cascade when viewed against the horizon. That normally empty feeling while looking at the vastness "out there."

Always makes me want to "go there." You and I won't. But others following us will. Into that deep dark night seeking the light of sister planets.

Ron

Reviewed by Odin odin@aflx.com

Reviewed on March 15, 2020

At a time here in America, and around the world, when finding solace beyond the fear of sickness and death, your proffer of optics that allow our eyes and ears to take in the positive is indeed appreciated. Keep these kind of thoughts coming, as we can't get enough of encouraging thought... even with the gravity of your acceptance in the last line.

Reviewed by Rebecca McKeehan

I love the pictures you paint with words. Beautifully written.

Rebecca

Reviewed by richard cederberg

lovely imagery, with your trademark end rhyme. Thanx 4 sharing. r