The Night of Day

There are many among us,

Walking without hearts,

Whom breathe the air we share,

Looking but not seeing,

Speaking but not hearing,

They are shadows among living,

And without heart truly dead.

Those on the path of feeling,

Seeking pain along with pleasure,

On a journey of the heart,

Finding peace in God aflame,

As the air within our lungs,

Has a weight of nothing,

Yet weighs down our souls,

Upon the living Earth,

To share glory from above.

For in seeing physical life,

We are seeking past the seen,

Seeing souls within the colors,

Eyes portraying spirits,

Shaping song upon the silence,

With words beyond the spoken,

Where hearts sing past the sound,

And colors fill the voidless,

What was barren takes on form,

As beauty fills in meaning,

From the hand of God.

Take heart all ye living,

Awake within the darkness,

Seen from stars observing,

Our shadows under the clouds,

Eyes watching beyond time,

As stars spell out the timeless,

And the truth is sung eternal,

To rhythms of the beating heart,

Causing cold hearts to start beating,

Dead eyes begin to open,

As tears bring warmth to cheeks,

And the soul draws in new breath,

Life’s rebirth on wings of love.