Sadness at evening so there must be
An unavoidable joy at dawn
What out there is weathered light
And darkness every blessed thing
Striving for equilibrium and grace
Reappears in us as too little
Or too much health or illness
Seeking rest seeking peace
But always veering off course
And having to circle back
The long way round again
Every night two steps backward
For every one forward day
No shortcut through the pain
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