A Certain DARKNESS is needed to see the STARS
Look for the Dream that keeps Coming Back… ITS UR DESTINY
It was a long time ago.
I have almost forgotten my dream.
But it was there then,
In front of me,
Bright like a sun—
And then the wall rose,
Between me and my dream.
Rose until it touched the sky—
I am black.
I lie down in the shadow.
No longer the light of my dream before me,
Only the thick wall.
Only the shadow.
My dark hands!
Break through the wall!
Find my dream!
Help me to shatter this darkness,
To smash this night,
To break this shadow
Into a thousand lights of sun,
Into a thousand whirling dreams
by Langston Hughes
“To love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you’ve held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again.”
~ Ellen Bass
Picture Credits Meetville
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!
Evil, what is it, do you really know?
They say it’s bad and harmful but is that its only goal?
If it serves no greater purpose in this universe of ours
Then why does God allow it with all his omnipotent powers?
Is evil really just a marker of free will?
Or is it an agent of change come the status quo to kill?
Is it a blackness that blights the human heart as it causes pain and scars?
Or is it just the darkness that allows us to see the stars?
It is a catalyst that causes a chain reaction?
Or a sinful fall from grace that causes good’s redaction?
Does it light the way of angels so they know where not to go?
Or is it just God’s shadow and the shadow of the good God has bestowed?
Is it some sort of test to help God select just the best?
Or a form of discipline like cracking knuckles on a desk?
If God has found evil necessary it must be part of human destiny
And an important lesson for us to learn while we’re still here at God’s knee
~ John Richardson Admin At Poetry Light