Night
It’s a long time now since
the night said hello sort of
slow like a sigh as it builds
up inside with neither a
storm nor a whisper of wind
to hasten its journey to the
other side.
Impatient at best it hangs silent in air
with the promise of all I’ve yet to believe
like a rock on the edge of love’s rippling brook
immobile remains to suffer and grieve.
I keep night there at the edge of my bed
and see how it darkens then lightens again
as if its own shadow has left to discover
the means and the way of bearing the pain.
Withdrawn from the centre of happiness
awake but asleep to the answers I seek
night pulls and I shuffle into a dream state
a prisoner released from the jail of defeat.
But enclosed in night’s arms of unrivaled might
love sprinkles our lives with God’s only light!
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