Darkness abounds in every season.
Autumn, it resides in the crisp bark of red trees, whose leaves descend.
Winter, in the deep murky waters beneath a frozen lake.
Spring, in your shadow on the pavement,
forever trailing those who walk in the sun.
Summer, in the black skies of the late night
where we cry out to God.
Where darkness lives, there is always light.
Autumn, in the pale sun brea...
