Dean Koontz

Evil is a faceless stranger,
living in a distant neighborhood.
Evil has a wholesome, hometown face,
with merry eyes and an open smile.
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Whiskers of the cat,
webbed toes on my swimming dog:
God is in the details.
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Hope is the destination that we seek.
Love is the road that leads to hope.
Courage is the motor that drives us.
We travel out of darkness into faith.
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Where eerie figures caper
to some midnight music
that only they can hear.
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To know the darkness is to love the light,
to welcome dawn and fear the coming night.

Night has patterns that can be read
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We have weight to carry
a distance we must go.
We have a weight to carry,
a destination we can't know.
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To see what we have never seen,
to be what we have never been.
To shed the chrysalis and fly,
depart the earth, kiss the sky,
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Holy men tell us life is a mystery.
They embrace that concept happily.
But some mysteries bite and bark
and come to get you in the dark.
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Pestilence, disease, and war
haunt this sorry place.
And nothing lasts forever;
that's a truth we have to face.
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In the fields of life, a harvest
sometimes comes far out of season,
when we thought the earth was old
and could see no earthly reason
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All of us are travelers lost,
out tickets arranged at cost
unknown but beyond our means.
This odd itinerary of scenes
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Numberless paths of night
wind away from twilight.

Something moves within the night
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Every eye sees its own special vision;
every ear hears a most different song.
In each man's troubled heart, and incision
would reveal a unique, shameful wrong.
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Rush headlong and hard at life
or just sit at home and wait.
All things good and all the wrong
will come right to you: it's fate.
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Winter that year was strange and gray.
The damp wind smelled of Apocalypse,
and morning skies had a peculiar way
of slipping cat-quick into the night.
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The sky is deep, the sky is dark,
The light of stars is so damn stark.
When I look up, I fill with fear.
If all we have is what lies here
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All of us are travelers lost,
out tickets arranged at cost
unknown but beyond our means.
This odd itinerary of scenes
...

All of us are travelers lost,
out tickets arranged at cost
unknown but beyond our means.
This odd itinerary of scenes
...

All of us are travelers lost,
out tickets arranged at cost
unknown but beyond our means.
This odd itinerary of scenes
...

All of us are travelers lost,
out tickets arranged at cost
unknown but beyond our means.
This odd itinerary of scenes
...