A night's repose

Each morning sees some task begin,
Each evening sees it close;
Something attempted, something done,
Has earned a night's repose.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

You have bound my heart...

You have bound my heart,
tied it with silken cords
of tenderness;
wrapped it in golden threads
of loveliness.
And there, on the darkest path
of emptiness,
shines the light of Your radiance-
leading me
across the vastness of
this wilderness,
all the way home.