The night was dark and black
Of some light, I did lack.
But in gazing ’round, naught I could see
For my sight wasn’t adjusted properly.
The clouds were thick and dark,
The trees with branch and bark
Did whisper in the night breeze
But their meaning I could not seize.
In looking round I ‘spied a storm,
True o’ false, I could not tell.
Symbolic of what seems to be my norm
Of these days I live, ‘neath confusion’s spell.
In that place I sat and spoke,
No one present, not even a bloke.
But in monologues speech, at last I found
What seemed to be peaceful ground.
I talked, and no one was there
The words…lost to the night air
I talked and in that silence, found
Wisdom that came from higher ground.
Of light I asked. The night stayed obscure.
The way was dark, I wanted to be sure.
Of guiding light, I prayed.
But dark still, the night stayed.
And in leaving that place,
I looked out and up into space.
Upon the clouds reflected there.
Was light, tho faint, shining in the air.
In my quest for some little guiding light,
I forgot to look to the Creator of the night.
He taught me a lesson I wish to retain
and it is in the following refrain….
Though heavy the clouds
‘N dense the nocturnal shrouds,
Our true light is found
As our gaze leaves mortal ground.
For there above our atmosphere,
Is a God to whom we all are dear.
His promise to us is to guide and lead
but never will we forget our need.
Of His all-knowing, omnipotent hand
that will lead us thru this dark land.