Gave It No Name

Ah the warmth of sunlight basking down
The chill of evening does abound,
The line that breaks the two slides by,
No name for this part of neither’s sky.

Light to the left – none to the right,
On the left there is day – on the right there is night,
Abound in the fact that neither is wrong,
It’s right in this middle the two get along.

It’s hottest or coldest the further you get,
But seek in this middle where neither’s a threat.
Rejoice in this meeting where neither finds shame,
And thank God for the fact that He gave it no name.