Dean Koontz Poems

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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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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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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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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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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