Dark descends as sky extends her palms of candied pink;
Earth below reflects her glow in watercolour ink.
Flossy clouds in evening shrouds spin filaments of light;
Shadows stretch as ripples fetch the moon, and say goodnight.
Soft the vulnerable caress
Which parts Night’s lips in tender lullaby
Words pour forth, singing Day to sleep
Night admits defeat,
Melts into forest shadows –
Broken by the Light
Day is dying, dignified,
slipping slow to sleep;
Night is sighing, signified
by a darkness deep.
Work is over, tasks complete,
hands allowed to rest;
Clouds are nodding as they greet
sunset in the west.
As dawn burns away fog,
so Your light burns me –
all melt in Your gaze.
are no match for Your rays;
but are undone like morning mist.
to live here,
in my dark places,
where night has reigned too long.
paint me daybreak,
colour me rainbow,
and call me
A world wrapped in icicles,
doomed to dark night,
has suddenly been dazzled
by holy white light!
A Son born of Mary
and laid in the straw
has come to deliver,
to usher in thaw.
Trees put on their nightgowns and nod their heads in rest;
Sleepy river slows its pace, in tranquil stillness dressed.
Sky relinquishes its light, and dons a sober air;
Clouds are wrapped in bedclothes, adopting night-time stare.
Shadows stir and start their prowl as traffic lights cast glows;
Twinkling lampposts stretch and yawn and grab their party clothes.
Moon awakes, and with a grin, takes his night-owl perch;
A role-reversal supervised by watchful eye of Church.