As Black
And as Beautiful
As the night sky on a country road in the spring time
That peaceful place where the blinding glare from those “big city” lights no longer hide the beauty of the world as God meant it to be seen
Surrounded by a Blackness so total, and deep that sight as a sense becomes irrelevant
And the remaining senses come vibrantly alive and illuminate a world where Darkness is truly magnificent
Where a man can smell the bouquet of newly blooming flowers
Taste the fresh flavor of the clean air around him
Hear the flow of the breeze from the flap of the nighthawk’s wings
A special place,
where he can hear his heart’s beat
And can hear himself think
As he revels in the feel of the comforting touch of the night
as the absence of light surrounds him
Cradling him gently
Like a Mother’s Love