Fall Night Poem by James Grengs

Darkness envelops everything.
Only tiny crickets sing.
All are asleep in their own beds,
As dreams, sights, and visions dance in their heads.
Only God Himself is awake at this time,
No authors write, no poets rhyme.
God made it this way, as he looked down in love,
For a chance to hear quiet from way up above.
So now, it is sleep time, and now it is right,
To go now to rest on this chilly fall night.

-10.10.01