The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.
Francis William Bourdillon
As we were driving home late on Tuesday, I spotted these trees in the black darkness. When we pulled off the road and stopped, the night was quiet as a church. I thought that my camera would not be able to get usable pictures, but tried anyway. I was pleasantly surprised by the strange effect.
"On my bed I remember you;
I think of you through the watches of the night.
Because you are my help,
I sing in the shadow of your wings.
My soul clings to you;
Your right hand upholds me." Psalm 63:6,8