Nightfall

The sun is slipping silently
   Off the Western edge of night,
Gentle breezes stir the cool, dark grasses,
   And crickets chirp in dimming light.
  
      The sky in majesty of hues
         Shows its changing colors to the earth,
      And stars in uncharted courses
         Whisper of another day—rebirth.

The weariness of this day's hassles
   Fades against the thought so great:
That God would send His Son to die—
   For me!  My punishment to take!
  
      So gently close my eyes, Dear Lord,
         That my cares in sleep are washed away;
      When Darkness comes around me deep,
         Bring me the hope of another day.

- D. Benning