A High Bridge by Night
Drowned darkness where water sucks at the edge of sky,
and lights shiver, shout in silence across reflected depths,
shining, showing, shuddering through waves which break;
as the boatman guides, drags, from one side to the next.
So we travel, through the nights of hidden, distant days,
with one bright lamp, holding full of hope in steady place,
trusting to the process, through misted moments drawn;
that when dawn comes, we reach the port of waiting grace.