Grace Of Night

Grace of Night---

                            There is a certain grace of night

                                It hides the sharp edges,

             Blurs the divisions between what is and is not

                              Sometimes the tiny lights you see on the way

                    From town—a lit cigarette in the hand of someone waiting for a bus

                            Or a bit of bike reflector dancing through the street

            These things can create a kind of magic…little things…little lights

                        And then, there, in the corners you see the dark for what it is:

                                         The darkness is where we all meet each other

                            Our fears, desires, loves, hates…..the woeful crying out to the unloved

                      Then the darkness can also be a friend: It hides us when we want to be dissolved

              Dissolved into the night like sugar in a glass; like salt in the ocean or a grain of rice in a bowl.

                           The Night is When those who are wanting to quit can pause and think

                                                       

                                                      “What If?.............”                                                                                                  And out there in that darkness there will come a little light, a spark that will remind us we   are HERE for a reason. And whether we think it or not we are loved.