CXCVIII
Despite the way I cannot sleep at night,
thy eyes as well are dauntless in their gaze
upon me all the darkened hours your light
sends down your peace despite my endless daze.
In spite of all my tiredness by day,
thy arms do not relent to raise my soul
from sorrow does your strength reveal the way
to peace, in spite of how I’m hardly whole.
Respite from earthly failures though I’ve not,
thy ledger compensates my hearty debt
from red lines laced in ailment you have brought
me, peacefully, respite from my regret.
Though I cannot desist from my decrease,
the sight of thee brings, even me, to peace.