By the Darkness (A Poem)

In the depths of our darkest hour, stands a peculiar and darkly creature.

It hides where no light will ever cast its radiance.

No matter where you go, you’ll find at every corner there’s a sharpened edge.

At the final stop of your lost humanity, you’ll find something strangely familiar in the shuffle of life’s never-ending movement.

You’ll awaken in a sweat, wondering what happened to that childish promise you made to yourself all those years ago.

And in the end, you’ll realize what mattered the most to you was actually just a sense of belonging.

A sense that you mattered.

A sense that you have a purpose and a reason to be alive.

But truth be told – you still have your wits and your intuition alongside you.

Don’t be blinded by such useless vanities. You’re more important than just a mere feeling.

You’re more than just the label you give yourself.

And it’s by the darkness, you find rawest parts of your life’s truth. You begin to unravel long-neglected secrets. Some of those secrets are best left behind. Yet other secrets are better left close to your heart and mind.

Don’t falter, wayward soul. Find your meaning deep within the confinements of your being. Keep it a secret; but never forget.

Forever in Your Debt,

R.S. Noel

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The Song of an Ancient People (A Poem)

Deep within our heart and soul, lies the song of an ancient people.

As the rivers flow with crystalline-clear water, and natural minerals – they sing in a reassuring calmness.

As the thunder roars in the distance skies and rain trickles down like a saddened God – they sing with a darkened sorrow.

As the winds howl in the wide-open plains of a verdant and plentiful landscape – they sing with a carefree spirit.

And as the raging fires of battle rage-on, they sing with a united strength.

As winter turns to spring, their tune changes from one of solitude to one of new beginnings.

And thus, as the song of the ancients echoes deeply within our hearts, it reminds us of our shared commonalities. Though we may all live different lives, even for a fleeting moment of being together – we all remember why we work, why we gather food, why we celebrate a new life, and why we pay our respects for the passing of old life.

A song of merriment, a song of devastation, a song of trial and error. That is the song of our peoples.

Soothing yet harsh, reassuring and deeply devoting – no sound or impression could ever take away such a beautiful and natural song.

It begins as a hymn and a simple whistle. But as more and more people gather, it builds-up like a mighty crescendo.

For those who have yet to be born, and for those who have already lived a long life – this is the song of undying hope. It is that of a higher-calling. It is that of an unending struggle to make ourselves better with each passing day.

So remember when you hear the song of the ancients, where you came from and where you’re going.

Forever in Your Debt,

R.S. Noel

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