the night is dark, and terrors walk
in the shadowy hours between
the twilight and the dawn;
the stars circle wildly overhead
and in the end, we wonder
is there any order here?
the night is dark, the candle’s bright
and in the warm, flickering light
we chant ancient prayers
hymns composed ages ago
to honor He who is the Light
and we know His presence here.
the night is dark, but soon the morn
will come with blazing beauty
so that at the setting of the sun
we need fear no foes
for the deepest, moonless nights fade away
at the coming of the day.