Light makes shadows
Until it reaches a brightness a man cannot know
I have felt old since I was a child
Am I the only one?
Will I be burned into nothing
Into Quiet ash?
It illuminates all fears and shame
Does it make known hope,
I with wearied wind-worn skin
Cast about in darkness felt
By the eye and the heart
Waiting for the light.
And yet this life with agèd sight
Once ringed in glory climbed so high
Sits now in darkness as the night
And all its wisdom is a sigh.
The view of age that should be clear
Became obscured by hapless act
And now the night is fast upon
And so the soul upon the rack.
And yet a light still now exists
That may yet break upon the shore
And grant raw visions in this night
That lead to life forevermore.
and then within
burn away the false
Burn away the wrong
Running in the heat and light
With all lost kisses thrown from high
Basking in the anteroom
Where the earth meets holy sky.
Starts are harder than you think
Sometimes harder than the road
But on we go love’s blessed path
Winding on to home.
I dreamed a light shone in the dark
and every little bit of dust
became a sparkling star
while it floated in that shaft
on its way to the floor.
When light streamed in to find its way
And find a place to lay its heart
The dusty floor was there to take
And keep for light the treasure’s part.
To find a place to come inside
And wait without the storm
Is like to find the waiting arms
That held and kept and gave you form.