In The Depth of Night

Worn out, I am lying down with eyes open,

Waiting for the daylight,  thoughts  riveted on writing;
but the  mourning moon is my only light
and the dawn still nowhere in sight.

While my soul is singing with joy,
With many question unanswered

My heart is crying with pain seething

Through the marrow of my bones;

Still, I will praise the Lord until the end.
How short really life is If death comes like a thief;
I long to be up then in the depth of night,

Take a walk as if it is daylight, and grasp things

aching to be a poem, aching to be a poem.
At dawn I will play guitar and sing a song,
O,  I will praise God  all life  long.