Paper Saints

Paper Saints

Oh cruel grave night, why must you be so prompt,
Your face pressed against the window pane,
You wait in patient merriment, for you know full well these flickering candles, though they add gravity to the faces of the saints they guard, cannot hold you at bay for long,
And he alone cannot fight you, for he is weak and frail,
Wherefore is daylight, for She has the power to dissipate darkness, and She shall force you from this room.

Oh powerful, all-consuming night, will you not show pity, and let these candles shine like the sun in their own ignorance,
And let these paper saints raise his spirit for one day more,
For his wife needs him and his children want him,
And he is only one to you,
And you shall put us all to bed in good time.

Oh pitiful, shameful night, do not revel in your misguided glee,
For God has eyes to see right through you,
And he has come amongst us to cradle the spirit of his ailing son,
And He has raised him,
Whereupon he shall look on you with pity,
And he shall smile on us forevermore.

Be gone worthless night,
For you have lost the battle,
And here we are in daylight,
Praising his life in God, for all eternity.