Sublime the flow of night,
the dark closing of day’s fading delights,
blanketed by the studded plight
of infinite, glimmering lights,
sun’s last blinking fanfares of life,
woven into violet expectancy.
I sigh in awe of magnitude,
no platitudes worthy of repeat,
any ode to complete this beauteous rush
of eternal intent and magnificence,
beyond our sentient capabilities,
our ability to grasp life’s secrets.
And each day presents,
in endless variants, scopes of such wonder,
we can but ponder its creation,
for how far can we delve into life,
without facing the inexplicable self.
The journey is long, ever twisting,
and in time so short,
risking everything we are, to face ourselves,
to see the mirror that truth imparts
to the inquiring mind,
open to the heart of being, itself.
I am my own enigma,
a never ending irony of purpose,
and we still hold onto past,
remnants of lasting hurt and pain,
refrains we just cannot release,
as human as we are.
But love changes everything,
deep residing love our fuel,
our souls renewed to carry the burden
of our mistakes,
and deliver us from learning to wisdom’s gate,
in the ascension of our thoughts.
And how different life appears
through wisdom’s eyes,
the flow of night the unfurling of time,
sublimely given as we should flow in life,
changing ever changing for right,
and in love’s name, free.
Tony DeLorger © 2017