Lonely night’s not so lonely when we pray.
Painful void’s not so painful when we pause
and listen, hear our vast night’s power say
we’re loved forever, how each worthy cause
is never lost when we take brave action.
Not martyr brave or warrior brave. Lover
brave: Simple actions. Honest words. Fractions
of seconds when fragile hearts discover
each other surviving sad darkened storm
of lonely night. Discover life’s spirit
in dawn light on water, warming our forms
of flesh and conscious thought. We can fear it
all or surrender to it, or do both,
I suppose. Take what comes and call it growth.
Roger Armbrust
February 4, 2015
