Most beautiful before it departs
You were glorious
Before saying goodnight
The benediction you gave
Before darkness came.
In trials we cannot see.
Only through flames
Which destroy all temporal
Shall we see grace.
The night is coming, the night is coming!
Put oil in your lamps, and bring extra
Carry your own suffering to prepare
While there is still time.
Shall we not see a dawn?
And if the sun was glorious going down,
Shall it not be unbearably gentle in its rising?