Night is that absence -
'tis a herald of fullness;
a bringer of dreams.
'Tis not emptiness
to which is assured - the end;
that which we should dread.
- selah -
The power of Night
is a myst'ry of the Light;
preludes to the Dawn.
(All things rise and fall...
From the deep, a constant call -
like a breathing - one.)
Open your heart, friend,
and your will see in the wing
the black of our hope...
unborn dreams...
unsung songs....
---<--@
The Black of Hope
Black is the color of unborn things,
of death, departures, and hope taking wing -
To those who weep, it is gentle consolation
- far in mind yet near at heart -
reminding faith, its final vindication.
To those who pine, it is quiet expectation
- a calmness in the space of sorrow -
veiling love, securing tomorrow.
=^.^=
'tis a herald of fullness;
a bringer of dreams.
'Tis not emptiness
to which is assured - the end;
that which we should dread.
- selah -
The power of Night
is a myst'ry of the Light;
preludes to the Dawn.
(All things rise and fall...
From the deep, a constant call -
like a breathing - one.)
Open your heart, friend,
and your will see in the wing
the black of our hope...
unborn dreams...
unsung songs....
---<--@
The Black of Hope
Black is the color of unborn things,
of death, departures, and hope taking wing -
To those who weep, it is gentle consolation
- far in mind yet near at heart -
reminding faith, its final vindication.
To those who pine, it is quiet expectation
- a calmness in the space of sorrow -
veiling love, securing tomorrow.
=^.^=