The Night Comes
Night comes
With nothing to delay the inevitable.
Stars hidden by solar bright,
Once more visible
Yet they never went away.
Revolving, changing angles, altering perspectives,
Still the heavens remain constant.
Seen, overshadowed, out of sight, Longing for us to return once again, To bathe in the light reflected from Our life giving star.
Copyright © Emma Goodridge-Hobson | Year Posted 2023
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