I never knew how much I loved the light
until the dark awoke
and tore a terror, slow, inside my heart.
Not a stab of sudden fear.
The pulsing throb of confidence
that now the lights are off
they’ll always stay that way.
And in a little while at last I knew
the game had changed for good,
and innocence or ignorance
(they seem so much the same)
got gone the way of unicorns.
Replaced by perforated dreams
that rise and laugh at you.
Why O Jacob, do you now presume,
why turn and tell yourself,
“My way is hid from God, my hope ignored”?
And can you, looking, not perceive?
The endless God who never rests,
who stretched the midnight sky,
has stationed stars—for you.