Damnation is laid in the belly of our fears,
humankind’s quaking horror of everlasting darkness.
Feel those tiny hairs that first herald a breeze,
the same ones motivate our souls to scream,
alarm us as peering into the unknown we are beckoned.
There is no choice in the matter, no bargain.
A Cararra trimmed portal cannot stay its nightmare,
No amount of Psalms, incantations, blessings,
no prayers, meditation, or pious beliefs,
nothing will stay that voyage into that gloom,
except, the immutable light of ones spirit.
Brighten it every day, let it shine, hold it forth,
cast its glow upon each person and all creatures.
It is a sempiternal bit of creation connecting us with our creator,
a beacon to guide us home. There is no gloaming to our night,
only love, that warm sunset of welcome shining at journey’s end.
©2018, Donald Harbour