Dark Contemplation Poem by Steven Federle

"Contemplation cannot be taught. It cannot even be clearly explained. It can only be hinted at, suggested, pointed to, symbolized." Thomas Merton. New Seeds of Contemplation

Through seasons of pleasure
and months of pain,
morning birds calling;
night's howling trains

oh, fall into dream's
cold silent folds
where unyielding truth
nightly is told.

The morning star's rising
through night's fading lace.
Soon sun will be glaring;
truth without grace.