The summer night is waning
And all is said and done
Another sailing into port
With the setting of the sun
Above, the sky, a sea of gold
Below, an earth of stone
The morning’s new is now night’s old
Another block’s been sewn
One thing to know before I lull—
Did I use each breath?
For if I truly gave my all
Then there is nothing left
And God can write upon my
chart
Tomorrow’s orders plain
Not muffled by a half-done heart
But clearly ordained
-Petra
copyright 2013
