The unknown creeps into our lives
Like a cat crouching for its prey
And we are not likely to appreciate
The hidden meaning or intention therein
As it winds its way into oblivion
Our eyes are wide open, we trust
That the Light will find its way
As it moves in any direction
Giving warning to the dark recesses
Of the stranger’s mind
Suppose, then, that we call upon our gifts
To be wary of the newness of the unknown
As we reach out for the darkness
And carry its blessings home
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