Night is long, dark and endless Why has light gone from the world? Where is the dawn? We try in our way to shine Stand up and give light to our own small worlds It’s hard to keep shining We can be extinguished so easily And darkness soon returns We need Heaven’s light We need…
Stripes of blue, purple, rose and gold Water laps on the grey shore And around my toes Shimmering liquid metal Dark rocks are crowned in a nimbus of fire Black sky lightens to blue, to gold and red In the east, across the sea Here comes the sun
Incandescent Burning brighter than a million million suns Each part to be adored Worshipful whole is greater than the sum Beyond time and space Beyond logic and comprehension Bow down before Him Worship the Lord God
Step by step you walk through the door And into the impenetrable dark Your lantern illuminates little more Than a patch of wall, a stretch of floor Impressions only, no clear view Of where you are The noise of your footsteps is muffled They seem so loud with no other sound But your shallow, fearful…
Michelangelo Merisi de Caravaggio was an artist of the Baroque period. He was a revolutionary painter and is considered to be a pioneer of the Baroque style. His realistic style created a name for him in the art world, using ‘tenebrism’ (extreme contrast between light and dark) to highlight in his paintings where he wanted…
Light is soft And all things touched by gold Magic rays diffuse To create throughout a malleable haze A light you can hold in your hand And squeeze til drops of richness run through your fingers The earth is bathed With a greater wealth than any coin As a gold sky overlooks A glowing land…
Faint light appears in the east A baby day calls its infant greeting In beams of light lending colour to the world At night all is grey and blue and black But now the earth too wakes up With green and brown of leaf and bark and blade Green too, in the water, reflecting blue…
When the lighthouse broke The world crashed and sank Detritus on the rocks And the screams of the condemned Join with the howling of the gale When the lighthouse broke There was only the darkness Of despair and death Hopelessness and futility Shall we stand on the edge of the world And face the abyss…
Eclectic Assemblage 