When I was a child, I cowered in fear when the night time slipped silently by.
I would fear that the darkness would tear me apart, that the shadows would come alive. I would close my eyes and hope that in time the sun would replace the moon.
I would hope that the monsters would stay away and the morning would be there soon.
When I got older, I realized that the darkness did not live in the night.
It lived in our hearts and sat silently by until it could get a bite.
A bite of innocence, a bite of love, a bite of anything beautiful.
It yearned to overwhelm us all and wouldn’t stop till it was full.
But at the same time, I realized that the light was not only the sun.
It was laughter and love and harmony, it was children having fun.
It was more than enough to quench the dark, even in the darkest of hours.
It restored the love that darkness stole, it returned to us what was ours.
So now when I lay down to sleep, I do not fear the night.
For I know that when I rise, I’ll be greeted by the light.
That’s how it is for each of us, if only we open our eyes
To the glorious wonders shown to us every time the sun does rise.