Dazzling Darkness

Before we go to bed we vegetate No need for teacher but a compost heap. And as we vegetate, we drift to sleep While in our dreams our little mind debates But mostly we’re unknowing in this dark Where God himself may manifest at will. His dazzling darkness makes our souls be still And wait for strikes by living ,glowing spark. But in the morning ,we come back to strife Take up our work and suffer every stroke. From sapling to the oldest,strongest oak Each must choose again its proper life Every look we cast at others strikes Reflects and shows us what we have become And when there is no movement, we are done Our mind and heart have chosen what they like. So in our end we vegetate again And no more rise to labour in the day We fertilise the fields passed on our way We show the end of woman and of man. A daily round becomes our life and death. We live because we’re breathed by sacredness.