Day is Done

A poem for night time prayer.

This day is done,

And all its moments do lay

To wake no more

Nor run;

And truth I know most sure

-Though I their grace did shun-

Fused with Thee, all’s

Redone.

This day has ebbed,

And many swords of sorrow

Now pierce my soul

So red,

From beholding with love,

As laying sleep in bed,

Poor brethren mine

Misled.

This day was good,

And graces lots Thou lavished

Me that no more

Could give,

So Father Thee I thank,

In Christ as Son who stood,

With thankful sigh

On wood.

New day will come,

And eyes will ope’ to dawn’s bloom,

With risen love

My sun.

But now I rest and die

-To old things that succumb-

With lullaby

Her hum.

May, 2015.