Dusk

Wind buffeting submissive trees
        ushering calm behind the breeze,

Passive surrender of the sun
        upon the canvas of day now done,

Captured witness of time now passed,
        fading, until at last

The victory of darkness then proclaims
        that naught but hope remains;

Hope in the dawn that faith demands,
        a hope so begged with lifted hands.

If alone I was to struggle so
        as I walk the way of darkness, O

My God I could not bear the load
        without my love who walks the road.

Her hand my comfort, your blessed gift;
        my soul to fill, my heart to lift.

May we together see the dawn,
        your promised day when else is gone,

The sum of all, come from above,
        we in you, in perfect love.