O when the night comes down

The day's words
with their faint touch
between the static
of the night
escape us

now
can you feel that
what it is to be
empty?

and then
all around you
as you senselessly lift
your hands how
the darkness all is God's

mercy and
love,
these blank things that
surround us here

blank still
than everything
full more

o when the night
comes down
how grace gathers itself
for the morning