Mysteriously
At dusk, the unlit road curves
Into deeper night.
Over the dark road
There are stars to point the way,
All shining like love.
As I was out walking one evening in deep twilight, the unlighted road led me westward at first but gradually curved toward the north—a direction that has always filled me with excitement, sometimes tinged with fear. The growing darkness tended to build fear; but as darkness deepened even more, the Big Dipper’s guidestars came out, like friends, to show the way.
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