The Night Flourishes

The night flourishes beyond the remnants of the day

and old thoughts are remembered so as to leave one believing everything is okay –

but be cautious – the city abounds with notion.

The tired heart-felt debilitation that leaves each person feeling worn –
The buses fill, the trams and metros too, there is a theme to this night after all:

The Christian splendor delicately in poise and still some.

Away in other quarters the night shares shadows with plagued minds

and from the prosperous bank of fear there is withdrawn such debts as may never be repaid.
The night has fallen on Calvary and while the carpenter amid the criminals at first begins to falter

It will be his faith, like mine, which will see us through.



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