21st Darkness

I remember writing this a little while ago, the 4th of January when I was travelling back to University after the Christmas season. It was dark and there were so many lights outside as we entered and left cities, but then, of course, were the country roads. Toupe- coloured - absolutely nothing, and I found myself wondering if I preferred one to the other. Being brought up in the country and city has made me quite impartial to both place types. They are so different, so distinct. It makes me so grateful to God that He has given us such an amazing world that fits each one according to their personalities and preferences, silence or noise , grass or graphite, trees or skyscrapers. Do you think these options are absolute ? Is there a golden middle ?

Inspired by a night-journey  :-

The rolling wheels they turn, like time through the hard surfaces they climb.

 Unlimited by the surrounding forces that push against. 

It is where the rubber meets the road, though especially different for reason untold.
The sense of it all.

The road-lights bring an artificial sense of clarity,exposure, vulnerability. 

Is it an illusion ? Is it true what you see ?

Am I scared of the howls that sound the night ? Do the engines give me a fright ?

Why should I be a afraid when You are with me , 

Why should my confidence shatter in the things I cannot see ?

Where is the true faith that I profess, I long for it in this bleakness.

The storms did not stop You , you took a faster route. 

Trekking on the waves, swimming-on-foot.

Enter in to the realm where gravity cannot reach ,

I want to hear Your voice, I want to hear You speak .

I prefer the darkness of nature to the lights of the city-night watches,
The moonlit branches and thicket leaves the calming thrushes and gentle breeze.
The orange and red are nothing short of dead to the life of the country deep.
The traffic continues on. The cars they beep.
But only in the stillness is God found as He ought to be.
The darkness shows His light better still. Offers His hope, illuminates His will.
Not a child of the night, longing for the light, but God in the shadows I will not fear.
For He is with me here.
So true it is to be
- in the darkness quietly.