I Wait
Not Midnight yet, not near that late
that lucky hour when sleep might come
Sleep the sneak-thief
slipping through the dark
to impale my eyes with gentle slumber
visions of half-truths and unseen wonders
But, I resist
unwilling champion of the night
Guardian of the shadows
Protector of the unborn morn
The babe of new beginnings
The end of endless night
The bright new boy, the hope, the day
Not Midnight yet, not near that late
That watchful hour
when stars are small bright gems
spread 'cross the velvet cloth
Creator's canvass
I await confessed, in darkness dressed
but, I hear no request, no master shown
No path that leads away from my own past
I stand my turn, my vigil
endless night my Holy test
My expectant waiting for daylight blessed
My fear, my eyes closing
to see my own lost innocence
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