The precious yet poisonous gift of conscience
As we all walk the same road of life
It is our way of seeing that makes the difference
When Vincent painted his starry nights
It was the reflection of the stars in his watery eyes
For the lucky who have been given the talent of sight
It is long past time to look and understand
That beauty is always at hand
Yet like the edelweiss
It blooms at the edge of the precipice…
Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night Shift gallery