Even in the still darkness
it is still dark.
The quiet of sleep cannot keep
the fringe of light
from coming or going.
Night’s passing does not depend
upon the ending of our fear
nor the nearness of our faith
but it is faith
that keeps us quiet in our sleep.
Branches bend to earth
under the weight of the storm
and new buds are born to spring,
each season bringing its own changings
and yieldings to life’s workings.
Even in the fiercest dawn,
hope is birthed upon the earth,
a knowing that night’s ending
may not always bring a gentle light
but night cannot keep back the coming.
It is not in the next world only
that we lay hold to the glory of hope;
it is seen in the touch of foot to floor,
the first opening of door
and the setting of the step
toward whatever lies before.
Every day is the day
that the Lord has made.
Sufficient to each is the evil thereof
and beyond sufficient is his provision.