Poems (Kimball)/A Night of Faith
A NIGHT OF FAITH.
DARK, utter dark; no faintest ray To light the way Of sunset-gleam or coming day!
The vision aches with lack of sight, For depth and height Are one vast blank of baffling night.
Oh that the soul might be at rest; Might yield her quest, With the sole thought of God possessed!
That she might close her wearied eyes And blindfold-wise Walk on as under shining skies;
As seeing Him who is unseen; And wait serene Though twofold night should intervene!
O touch of God! O miracle That none may tell! Her eyes are closed and all is well.
Though twofold night doth round her press She knows no less He will not leave her comfortless.
The desolate Cry on Calvary's height, Its mid-day night, Her pledges are of coming light.