The Moon slowly shedding it’s light
Waning grey clouds, hiding its might.
A red glow, rising, heralding morn
As I rise from bed, to another day born.
Listless and weary, from yesterday’s rest
My mind ajar, body dulled, by being not at best.
A candle lit, facing East, trying with zest
And, prayers offered, no, not my best.
Lonely and forlorn, my lot today
Yet, endure the day, I must, without delay.
As shadows lengthen and daylight fades
Swift to its close, this day, with darkening shades.
I pray Thee O! Lord, Thy comfort I seek
This night, abide with me, my earnest plea….
– Chris Defonseka