The Eclipse
I stood out in the open
cold
To see the essence of the eclipse
Which was its perfect darkness.
To see the essence of the eclipse
Which was its perfect darkness.
I stood in the cold on the
porch
And could not think of anything so perfect
As man's hope of light in the face of darkness.
And could not think of anything so perfect
As man's hope of light in the face of darkness.
~ Richard Eberhart
~
(Soul Food, ed. by Neil
Astley and Pamela Robertson-Pearce)
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