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small, bright lights dot the night's sky line

( stars)

as I make my tired way home

through their fine hairs of singular existence

my frail fingers I would dearly love to comb

but I know that I can not for I am trapped in this game

of work, sleep, work

and to it I see no immediate end

why, I often wonder can not the unbreakable branches

of peace see fit to my concerned way bend

tonight my life has been caught on a road going home

but taking the long trip

some lessons in life (I believe ) are best learned

when the actual experience itself you are allowed to

skip

but apparently not so ' On This Night'

perhaps I am suppose to take this road and think

these deep yet all the more passive thoughts of

diminutive pain

later, as I pulled into the drive way

I realize in this great feeling of unbelievable loss

I have located the gain

which is everything good and bad that we each must

go through

we do it all for a reason

a most humbling reason

we do it for the gentlest love of our Lord

and the fact that it is something we were each meant

to do

'to grow more and more from our daily experience

for they each are truly indeed meant to be blessed...........

( written Jan 22, 1993 am)