HERE, NOW, WITHIN YOUR HOME IN A ROOM WITHOUT A CHAIR A SINGLE LIGHT, IT FLICKERS ON THE DARKNESS ONLY STARES THE SOUL WRESTLES FOR ITS FREEDOM BUT YOU, ARE NOT SURE IF YOU, ARE ABLE FOR THERE IS A CLAMOUR IN THE CUPBOARDSA BANGING AT THE FRONT DOOR THE DOGS SNAPPING AT THE GHOSTS THAT HABITATE YOUR BACKYARD BUT AWAKENED BY THE DARKNESS YOU CHOSE ONCE TO IGNOREAND SHAKENED BY THE GRAVEDY THAT EMCOMPASSES THE DISCOVERY OF YOUR PRISON YOU DESCEND INTO THE LONG NIGHT OF LONELY INDECISION
AND SO, IT HAS BECOME HARD NOW TO DIfFERENTIATe WHOm ARE THE SAINTS OR SINNERS?
HOW DOES ONE SEPARATE WHAT IS FACT FROM FICTION? WHO WILL BE THERE TO PASS THE GATES? ——
THE LUSTFUL CELIBATE?
THE UNREPENTANT MISCREANT?
PERHAPS, THE HAPLESS IDIOT?
BUT —
WISDOM COMES FROM DOUBT DOUBT REVEALS THE QUESTIONS
THE JOURNEY OFFERS TRUTH THE IMPORTANCE OF INTENTION
SO —–
THE NIGHT CONTINUES ON FOR THOSE WHO HAVE BEEN ADORNED
TO SEEK THE SHAPE OF ONE’S OWN CROWN AND TO STRUGGLE WITH ITS THORNS
BUT, WHENCE, THE DARKNESS PIERCE THE DAWN LIFTING LIKE A VEIL
THE SUN STILL SHINES BEHIND THE CLOUDS
AND TRUTH AND LIGHT PREVAILS
AND WHEN THE DARKNESS WAKES THE DAWN AND SHADOWS FADE AWAY IN TRAILS
THE MORNING SUNRISE TRUMPETS LOUd AND TRUTH AND LIGHT PREVAILS
AND TRUTH AND LIGHT PREVAILS