The Night Watchman

The sky is getting lighter;
The night is almost gone.
Fears so bold
In the shadows
Flee from the whisper
Of day,
Their embrace
Soon replaced
By the soft caress
Of hope.

The sky is growing brighter;
Sunrise has almost come.
All things new—
Restoration
And recollection
Of peace.
Jesus here,
Always near;
Unfailing Fountain
Of life.

I wrote this poem for those caught in an interminable night, whether for a few hours, a few days, or a long season. Jesus is with you. He has not forgotten you. And He will carry you into a beautiful morning.

Elakala Falls, Blackwater Falls State Park, West Virginia