Though my soul may set in darkness,
it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly
to be fearful of the night.
Sara Williams (excerpt)
"Maybe if we reinvent whatever our lives give us we find poems." --Naomi Shihab Nye
When the night wind makes the pine trees creak And the pale clouds glide across the dark sky, Go out my child, go out and seek Your soul: ...
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