“The eternal stars shine out again, so soon as it is dark enough.“
“He who has no vision of eternity has no hold on time.”
“Silence is as deep as eternity, speech as shallow as time.”
When pitch dark night is black as Hell
And truth is crushed into the dust
Because men feel lies do as well,
And there are none whom one can trust,
Then each day born into the world
Comes like a burst of music, ringing through.
And we can make of it a dance,
A dirge, a march, a light romance,
A sorrow saturated blue,
Or mad whirl for a pantomime.
Yet we could also choose instead,
To listen to the silence, deep,
Eternal wisdom, long asleep,
And reconsider how we twirled,
Responding to the rhythmic day,
And think of careless things we said
And worse things we might think to say
For speech is shallow as is time.
When pitch dark night is black as Hell
And truth is crushed into the dust
Because men feel lies do as well,
And there are none whom one can trust,
And times seem dire and living rough,
And those in power, petty men
And all seems naught and naught sublime,
Then wait, for when it’s dark enough,
Eternal stars shine out again.
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