Dead of Night

We are born and we die
Stars burn and collapse,
Exploding in the rebirth
Of a million seedling stars.

Continuance is all we ask
All we might expect to understand.
Where the phases of the moon and sun
Give us hope for tomorrow.
And in our seasons
There comes eclipse:
Unexpected darkness
When the light which guides us is gone.
Oh sorrow and joy!
What we know about the seasons is so slight.
That we only hope to sow and reap
Live a moment in refracted energy,
Waltz around the furnace
On this small stone place
Until the circle we thought went on
Spirals into something more.

In the dead of night,
We suddenly recognise the truth:
This ordered world is only
A deft circling around the inevitable.
Like lovers approaching love,
Like dancers in close embrace,
Like warriors contemplating combat and death.
We go out into darkness
We come into the light.
There is a greater tide in human events,
Where the deep seasons of the universe,
Control our growth and decay
Drive us in the circle of rebirth:
This is the continuance,
Which joins the earth to heaven
And all things to all things.

Moon Cycle

Sundown

Star Fields

Sunless

Eclipse

Dead of Night