Poem: In Praise of Darkness

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In Praise of Darkness

A fire in the pit, burning low,
a deep bed of coals exuding heat
in the cooling night air.

Above you, the Milky Way,
bright like a painting, Titian in the sky
rich with color and light,

a painting rarely seen,
except when darkness is complete.

About this poem.

About fires in the night (The picture was taken of my fire pit out back.), or of our souls. Sometimes we don’t appreciate the light until we have lived in darkness.

Tom

 

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