How Gentle Are the Rays of Light

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

How gentle are the rays of light that fall upon the slumbering shadows of the night. Like a hot white ember in the cold nocturnal void, as the moon begins to stroke the pendulum of time.

HOW GENTLE ARE THE RAYS OF LIGHT

By Al Garcia

How gentle are the rays of light that fall upon the slumbering shadows of the night.  Like a hot white ember in the cold nocturnal void, as the moon begins to stroke the pendulum of time.  And it is the unheard whines of the elapsing chimes of time that brings the night alive.

It is the end of days that brings the rays of light that expose the beauty that lays beneath the canopy of moonlight and of stardust.  And it is the night, when shapes and forms and silhouettes begin to come to life, as if responding to the soundless cries of phantoms in search of unclaimed souls betrayed by silver rays of light.

How gentle are the rays of light that linger and then disperse like fireflies that drift on swirls and whisks of wind.  How sweet the feeling of the night as it embraces the smoldering soul.  How consoling to feel the arms of time caress my beating heart and mistrusting mind that fears the shadows and the memories that the night commands.  And it is the silver rays of light that calms my exhausted heart and lulls the private demons that roam the darkness of my mind.

It is the vastness of what lies beyond the dark and cold expanse of time that frightens and intimidates.  It is the inkling of my frailty and my mortality that makes me wonder why life blooms and fades and then withers into the rings of time that expand and swell and drift beyond the bounds of understanding or comprehension, despite the immensity and endlessness that lies beyond the heights and depths of my existence. 

How gentle are the rays of light that drift across the sky at night.  It is the gentleness of the rays of light that betrays the savagery of hate and greed and rancor that I have come to accept and tolerate.  It is the gentle rays of light that expose the fear and the tears that flow after the laughter is gone and after the music of the heart has ceased to play. 

And it is when the light is extinguished and silence fills the void, that the emptiness and loneliness consumes those left behind, like me.  It is when the day begins to fade and the heavens darken and the stars reveal themselves, that I am awed by the soothing winds of time and the gentle rays of light that lets me see beyond the darkness and the ominous troubled waters in the cosmic sea of life. 

How gentle are the rays of light that touch the human soul.  A speck of heavenly light that has seen the majesty of a billion stars and felt the pulsating heart of time, now stirring and stroking everlasting memories and igniting apparitions of hope, courage and faith inside of me. 


Submitted: May 23, 2021

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