When the sky goes dark
it seems
The world is emptied of its dreams
And under the dark dome
of sky
I stand as shades of Hope pass by.
These shades, forsworn of roles,
secede
From souls’ connection points, the need
To know, though under
darken’d dome
Amid life’s trials we’re ne’er alone.
While Hope, despair’d by loss,
abides,
Souls wither, tossed, beset by tides
With isolation’s wounds,
alone,
Souls vainly search for their way home.
But once a year, with
darkened sky
A light appears, and then draws nigh;
Reminder, memory
or star,
Its light shows souls they’re never far
From Source. At hand: new-born,
to heed
The quiet cry of souls in need.
For in the form of child,
Being,
Renewal means one certain thing:
That God, through innocence,
Apart,
Illumines love within our hearts
Stephen Bolles
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2015