psalm of a lonely man

the light has gone for many days
and grief for all i've seen is great.
the eve of darkness
bleeds toward the rich and humble dawn
break through the darkness of my valley
place your hand inside my dry vessel
make green the brittle, broken branches
bury the seed of hope flying in the bitter wind
even now i wait for the new voice of joy
in the darkness- hopeful and yet worn
come and be my guide
for this weary, wondering man
give peace