Abby Prior
Jun 16, 2021


Setting sun

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?



Abby Prior

Orthodox Christian, writer and poet