Night
By Cynthia Langseth

Opulence of beauty fair, carol the auspicious miracles of the open sky, A melody expressed in the twilight, reaping joys to the heart of mankind, The darkness creeps ever so gently, stirring motives of tomorrow in the minds of men, The starlit night beckons me, A song of wistful longings bare the lustrous ease of solitude, another which cannot compare, At the rim of wonderment, I am at awe, God's infinite wisdom and His love for beauty, Are the expressions of His hands, The twinkling stars capture my heart in sentimental journeys of places unknown, and a serene peace envelops my soul as I give God thanks, Oh be that the night falls graciously, as I linger here alone, That by the whispers of the wind I regain my serenity and renew the passion of life I lost in the day. My weary journey in life, of one day's excursion can empty my cup of vigor so quickly, and leave me discouraged. But Hope abounds, Alas while the moonlight glistens, the music of alluring strings, of the violin's soft resonance of times past and present, fill my heart with dreams, And I think of God. The night sings to my heart in accord to each note that is played, and my frustrations melt, as a new day, My mind contemplates. New Hope emerges, as I realize God in His magnitude is our hope of tomorrow. Forever blessed with His love, I place my heart in his hands and rest.