Night's End Poem by A. David Abraham

Watch and listen
The way the world moves
The way the wind blows
Oftentimes for nothing
Only for nothing
Given to us in shining splendor
To own our own Fate

If we were never to walk alone
In Darkness
Wherein which by me would we live
Alone in splendor

Given our laborious fate
And our wayward ways
For which you gave us
Your Holy truce
We give only as substitutes for words
Intrepid, ephemeral, an aesthete aesthetic
Only to find ourselves gone
At night's end

We cry out to you in pain
And ask for redemption

Ever seeking
Always finding, only hoping
That all is thine