To A Brighter Day...
As the night was full of nasty gloom, anger and fear gripped each of our souls. Much was said and much more was told. The fighting is done, the pent up emotions were freed and all the years turmoil released into the darkness of night. And then a calm came upon us as sleep took a hold. Words gave way to thoughts, thoughts led to dreams and our bodies rested while our soul was renewed. And the coming of the dawn brought it all back in view. More clear in the day, more warmth came upon us as the sun rose up boldly stretching its rays of gold way far from view. Those rays of wonderful sunshine reached out far and wide and we stand on horizons our toes touching the sea of light with our backs on the darknes we look forward over the days journey set to take us afar and on through. Our destination again is nothing new. The night which will greet light as we step once again into darkness and pray that this time there will be comfort from gloom. Amen...
And then there are rare times, quite rare indeed, when strong morning light again pull off a night move. So quick is it done and out of the blue cause, a 180* directional reversal can peel your eyeballs right out of their glue. you'll see where you were going while going full throttle where you've never seen. It's like walking into a door being opened ...
But it's all good. Of course it is. Lucky it's over? Maybe so. But happy it's done? Not a bit. No amount of happy is worth a heart kicked all the way out of the socket. Could I not see it coming? Most surely but when? It must have been sooner or later. It was much much sooner and not near any later. So that's the way she goes. Or doesn't go. Or does go but doesn't. Dozens of times dozens plus dozens again. Oh well. It really doesn't matter, does it? I guess not or it wouldn't have mattered, would it?...
And then there are rare times, quite rare indeed, when strong morning light again pull off a night move. So quick is it done and out of the blue cause, a 180* directional reversal can peel your eyeballs right out of their glue. you'll see where you were going while going full throttle where you've never seen. It's like walking into a door being opened ...
But it's all good. Of course it is. Lucky it's over? Maybe so. But happy it's done? Not a bit. No amount of happy is worth a heart kicked all the way out of the socket. Could I not see it coming? Most surely but when? It must have been sooner or later. It was much much sooner and not near any later. So that's the way she goes. Or doesn't go. Or does go but doesn't. Dozens of times dozens plus dozens again. Oh well. It really doesn't matter, does it? I guess not or it wouldn't have mattered, would it?...
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