Confrontation

 In his loneliness and the fears we all face,

a man at some point must confront, not himself,

for that’s too easy to dismiss, to make excuses for;

for in the dark of his own life, when the only light he 

can see is a dim pinprick shining from a distant past

like a star dying out finally reaching this sphere of his life,

he finds there are no answers, no welcome solace from friends

who offer but advice, well-meaning but meaningless, nothing

he can grasp onto for comfort, stability, for his own eternity.

All that lies deep within his soul, his very being, that is what he is, 

not what he imagines or even what others might see,

might want him to be, but what he really knows is deep

within himself are the fears and the loneliness of existence,

the anguish and confusion, the hurt and pain, joy and sadness,  

the truth, yet, here, too, lie the answers to the questions

of time that he must face, must ponder, must resolve.

There he must confront that inner, spiritual self he is, face

to face, himself and the Creator of all life, this Godhead

within him, the Giver of breath, Designer of all that is,

each man, individually and alone, sacred and scared, seeking

what he fears most in the dark of his own life, himself, a dim

pinprick of Light, a distant star dying out to guide him, growing brighter.