In long serenades through night-
-David T. Culver
through twilight eves that surround us,
only the few, the small, and unheard,
will cry and dream alone.
'Tis here - here behind thick rock walls
we stand to face the sky. Behind here,
where above the crest of walls, we feel
the sunlight, and in ways others
I watch for the airs of new thought to
to touch the inner most heart of me.
But where is the heart, when all of life
within me has fallen - where are angels
whose footsteps cease to correspond
with my own?
And what colors are there, after sin -
after the act of that which I so rebelled
I fell far from the airs of grace,
released into my own dark corridors,
to roam, to relocate, to find my face
in the dark once again.
And to at last, tie the lose ribbon,
left unattended so long ago.
So many cries, are silent...
but I hear them, I hear them.
Live, in all the pain.
This is how God draws your face,
into the world of others, and into
his own, that later,
shall you come to understand.