I walk through black holes

I walk through black holes and dark tunnels.

I don’t just stand at the brink and look and turn around.

Those who just turn around and go home

are scared of every hole

and they keep their kitchen doors locked

and the shutters down

They think the world has ends

where one might fall off

and they hold fast to what they know.

I walk through black holes so I know

The world is not small

The life is not intimidated by death

The life is not kept in check by the big bad dead man

Life wins and love flourishes

In dark alleys there is soil

And under the train tracks there is earth.

God is, and where He is, there is life.

But you need to know the difference between a tunnel that is dark –

Because it is deep or it goes out of the way.

Or a tunnel that is dark –

Because the death is thick

the corruption is dense,

the decay is preferred,

and it keeps out the light.

Those buckets of dark

are but buckets of death, like tar

and don’t touch them.