Heaven's Night Poem by John Allen Richter

Fractured spirits - comb the air
staying ‘tween this midnight fair -
and October moon, full and red -
reminding we of long lost dead…
The mourning cries beyond dawn's light -
of evil's scorn and other's fright -
Ghost's howl into darkened mist -
But seek refuge in shadow's kiss -
when moon falls pale and sun do rise.
lain showers of love from God's own eyes -
And we these humble tales do tell
of a night which bourne such hell….
My Lord, My Lord, dearly Thee sever me -
from this earthen talon of devil's majesty.
Release my heart and soul to thee -
Sweet death to set my spirit free.
Lest my fate is not of heaven's sight -
but whisked away to eternity's night.
And such, to Thee, should be my plight -
that heaven's door not be locked tonight….