The friendly dark...
Some nights I've been afraid of the dark and some days I've longed for night to come. It all depends on where you stand when the sun goes down. Now submitted for your perusal, a little poem about that.
THE FRIENDLY DARK
Here comes the friendly evening dark,not spark of sun nor shard of moon
can linger long enough to stay it
rising up to claim and cover us,
erasing all mistakes and every blame;
Now as we lay down to sleep,
our souls are not our own to keep,
be our dreaming ill or sweet,
we trust God’s night to hide us
until we’re seen anew by morning light.