In the Dark of the Day

“The Beauty in the Night”

In the dark of the day,

there laid a small glimmer of light.

And in this stream of light,

that was gifted to the dark

by the moon’s glorious gaze,

lies a beauty that illuminates the darkness.

It’s very contours gleamed with fertility and grace.

As it stood tall and strong, it’s elegance remained unwavered

in the summer’s sweet breeze.

As beautiful and gentle as a newly-bloomed flower

fluttering in the wind,

I gazed and marveled at this beauty

For the longest moment,

I watched it in wonder. . . . .

As I pondered it’s elegance,

I sat in an awestruck silence.

I tried to absorb the absolute radiance of the sight,

but my eyes only betrayed my mind.

When with each passing moment,

I watched unable to turn my gaze.

As if in a trance, my heart almost seemed to stop.

It was only the delicate feeling

of my breath leaving through my pale lips in a quiet exhale

that confirmed me to be alive.

Time seemed to slow to a halt.

My surroundings became distant

and irrelevant to my ever-curious mind.

All sense of inner feeling became lost,

as if it was unable to comprehend

or find any emotion grand enough to describe the very image that was set before me. . .

A sight that momentarily deafened the mind and ensnare the senses.

Like a never-ending flame that was ignited by life itself,

it glowed and shed it’s light on everything that came near it.

It was that same feeling that had filled the very hearts of generations in the past.

Whatever this light touched could feel the warmth spread over it.

This light held purity, and even the strongest of people could not help

becoming addicted to its’ overwhelming grace.

It spreads like a disease over everything, but

was full of all the delights of something to be cherished and shared.

If not rejected, it would grow and prosper.

On a pedestal it has sat as a torch for humanity,

in times of both peace and war,

as a picture of guidance for great kings

and anyone that will grasp it.

It is a true beauty in even the darkest of nights,

but what is this beauty?

Where does it lie?

What could hold something so pure?

The answer is within the very hearts of our soul.

For not all light holds only good inside it

and not all dark holds only evil within it.

However, without any equal in existence,

it has remained untouched by age

and towers over all as one light that remains truly sacred.

So, even in your gloomiest of our days,

it will light the way.

Forever it has been known as something that cannot be persuaded or owned.

You cannot tame it.

The feeling of mercy and joy it brings cannot be mimicked.

This is an eternal beauty that cannot be truly seen by the human eye,

but can be shown only through hearts of those whom house it within them.

It can be seen in even the most humble and unthought of places.

Then, as it spreads and grows in the hearts that remain untouched by its’ light,

each time they share this gift to be cherished;

another torch in a cold, hardened heart is lit.

It is a beauty that heals, comforts, delivers happiness,

and is a true enemy of evil in every form.

Unlike any other, it is a haven to those who accept it

and will never discriminate among those that do.

I shorten my breath as my mind fills with bewilderment while gazing at its’ wonders.

A spirit that knows no wrong, and is as innocent as newly born child.

It is a mysterious force that has been with us since the beginning of time itself.

We cannot explain it, but we all know it is there.

It is the key to happiness.

The secret to life itself.

The ultimate gift to be given.

The still water in a raging storm.

The answer to every painful tear, plead, and cry.

The shelter for those in sorrow and despair.

The ultimate mentor of all ages.

The diamond that lay in the dust just within our grasp.

No other may match it, or come close to it.

Even if they tried with every ounce of will they had.

It stays as precious as a jewel strung within every heart that holds it.

From which it can only be known by one universal meaning

and can be translated into endless names.

In my life so far, I have only known this feeling to be called by one name.

A name that is small and known by many;

but the feeling is not known by all that hear, or speak it.

A word that has no other to replace it, but can only be known as a power that

proves itself higher than any other.

No other gift is greater, or more powerful.

Nothing can take it away, or seize it from you,

but it may be given by anyone if they chose.

Not anything in this universe can heal even the deepest wounds,

or lift the weight of the greatest burdens like this.

This is my friends is true.

It is the peacekeeper of nations.

A shining, golden beacon over the trails of the weary, mourning, and lost.

It is a path of healing in times of peace,

and a path of guidance in times of war.

No man can wield it as a weapon,

nor use it to shed the blood of another.

It lays as something only rejected by fools that have never felt its’ true touch,

but some of these fools were deceived by their own feelings, lusts, and desires.

So their tricked minds became overwhelmed with a feeling that became known

to them as the feeling of purity and majesty I speak of at this very moment.

Like little children, not knowing any better of the wrongs they have done,

they believed and trusted in the fraudulent feelings that had overtaken them.

Only to find when the true feeling touches them with its’ light,

many woes and sorrows that cloud over them to haunt their minds. . . .

Then, like a long, lost friend it takes them in its’ arms, and heals their scarrs.

As a light that truly out shines all others

and shines in even the darkest edges of the earth,

its holy silhouette can never be disgraced.

I will lay your curiosities at rest with a full heart.

It is the exhilarating presence

of a master artisan, unlike the world has ever dreamt of before.

An artisan that is well known by all,

but most of its art is created in secret and goes unnoticed by most.

If someday your paths ever meet,

make sure to welcome it in with a humble heart and an open mind.

For a life of happiness and good times will be ahead for you.

Like a seed, your life will also grow into another beautiful masterpiece in the making.

Just like that seed, when you are watered, fed, and that warm light shines upon you;

your life will grow and transform before your eyes.

So let your light shine for all to see.

Never let it die.

For when those small sparks in your heart first lit it,

and all the moments after, that flame was there for you throughout all that had come and gone in this journey we call life.

Like an old, life-long friend, it was there for the first few steps you had ever taken and will surely be there for your last on the day when your last breath fades from your lips.

When the world goes cold and your body ages to dust, it will be there.

For even in death, it knows no bounds.

A powerful magic that charms and fills the mind with marvels and wonder. . .

Now what is this flame you might ask?

Don’t fret my friends.

Its grace is holding you at last. .

Caressing you and trying to ease your every worry and fear,

as it carries you through your battles and tears.

While it carries you, enjoy the sight.

Finer than all of the earth’s wonders and luxuries,

isLove, the beauty in the night.