THE DARKEST DOOR OF ALL
Light, precious light, its force surrounds
Even in darkness its presence abounds
Yet there is a door that is darkest of all
Through it no earthly light can fall
On filaments of boundless energy stars rage in the murky darkness
But an eternity of distance and time distills them to a celestial starkness
Exists there a door darker still?
Through the blackest storm lightning is but a spark
It is a tease, a false hope against the dark
In the darkest forest of the night a stranger blindness must be
For it radiates of the living for creatures with the eyes to see
Deep within the cavernous bowels of the earth exist total dark and quiet
It is the true analogy, but not completely right
Before the door life is but mist
We grasp for a candle, but are thrust in ere we can resist
The darkest door of all.
C. R. Williams
That was a heavy poem, Carl. I don't know that I've heard darkness described as accurately. A somber piece, thank you.