The Sun Will Always Rise

It certainly has been quite awhile since I’ve posted anything.  But I do have some new material!  Before I post some of my newer, more recent poems and things, I want to show this specific poem.  I wrote it a long time ago, and I am not sure how I even remembered I had this.

I’ve had this sudden realization during the past few days.  Not knowing something that everyone else is aware of is like waiting for rain in the middle of a drought.  Sometimes, you can feel like you are the only one who doesn’t know what everyone else is talking about, and that makes you feel left out; maybe even lonely.  But you know what?  I’m sure you know something that they don’t.    Things change all the time.  So why are we surprised when we become unaware of an event happening around us?  It is possible we just don’t pay attention to the world spinning around us, but I like to believe that since the world is always turning, our lives are always changing.  It is the constant cycle of life.

There is something that never really changes – the sun always rises in the morning, and sets at dawn.  That is one fact we can be pretty sure of.

 

The Sun

In the night

I hear the whispers

The sounds, the voices

Through the darkness

 

Calling me, calling, haunting

Pulling me in

Convincing me

Through the darkness

 

The blindness is thick

Usually silent

Standing outside

Through the darkness

 

Wondering about the stars

Bright, but not bright enough

Still calling, haunting

Through the darkness

 

Waiting, questioning, thinking

Understanding methods

Silence overtaking me

Through the darkness

 

The dark explains many things

All you need is patience

To wait, to wonder, to journey

Through the darkness

 

Into the silence

Completely still

Now it’s here, silence no more

The light is here, light up the world

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