As the Night



As the night descends
Cover us with your promises
Which are like the stars that
Are never ending,
Shining as candles that never cease.

A day is ending and you have
Brought us to this hour, when
We drift to the unknown realm of
Sleep.

To rest in your arms
And know we are safe. Where
Troubles are far away and our
Prayer is to carry us gently to
Another day.

Joyce Gale ©2006
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