We ponder if there is life after death -- and in the Day, anything seems possible.
But when the Night comes, Dread comes in like a guest who has overstayed his welcome,
drinking all my favorite coffee,
eating all my yogurt,
leaving the empty roll in the bathroom.
All the while, Doubt won't get out of the shower,
using all my hot water and my expensive shampoo.
When the Day comes, Dread has gone shopping for souvenirs and
Doubt is visiting relatives in the area.
The sun replenishes my patience, refills my faith, increases my hope.
Life has a purpose, a meaning -- in the Day.
But Night -- that necessary evil -- brings sleep -- the flesh is weak --
when Dread and Doubt finally give it a rest.