Every night it is the same:
no map, only a handful of trust in You.
I stand at the shore of my life each evening
while the day’s light flows away from me,
all the color pulling down after it
until only a dim edge remains,
and then it is gone too.
I fall over the edge of awareness
as light pulls away
and I drift, afloat on Your arms
to disappear from myself
Unknowing, I hold to You in trust.
Sudden waking, jarring me out of dream,
leaves me only You in the face of darkness.
I pray for the return of sleep,
not daring to doubt You, whom I cannot see.
Nothing I know can shelter me here
There is no other way across.
At dawn, my self drifts back
out of shadows
and I pull myself together
into a world of color
and floods of possibilities.
Here I reach
for signs of You
and I hold on.