Bright Darkness
I sit upon this rock,
and stare up at the sky,
with brilliance the stars shine,
to recreate would be meaningless to try.
The trees shake above me,
the night entails such things,
they sneak about, hunting and hiding,
and through the world their cries ring.
I am blinded,
yet I can see better than before,
the world surrounding me is great,
but the adventure has greater in store.
God's voice booms through the darkness,
he made everything such light,
he laid his hand upon me,
that's what makes darkness so bright.
poem by Amber Glistener
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