Good Lord This Night Poem by Manuel Odeny

The night is getting wearier
shadows getting dreadier
sun rays hugging horizon, hungrier
darkens envelopes
silently, tighter
a day is dead
tenderly me steps you watched
from dawn to dusk
a day is spent.

Good Lord this night
as me lay me down a slumber
be with me.

as darkness seeps me abode
may angles be a sentry
swishing winds to serenade
stars shining a vigil
your warmth caressing
a lull to slumber.

May thy invisible hand, needle
touch marrows sickly
granting longevity.
travelers abode man made machines
racing mysterious night
hold drivers' hand
guiding them to safety

Guide me dearies yonder
to pearly gates easing flounder
till Immanuel's grounds we wonder
safing we souls from wander.

Good Lord this night
as me lay me down a slumber
may morning herald
peace
with birds to serenade
sweet songs
as sun upon horizon
upon cool mornin' mist
me spirits to uplift
in glory,
thanks.

So
good Lord this night
as me lay me down a slumber…