As night falls

November’s pale light is fading fast.
Chill winds penetrate my threadbare clothes.
I’m not too sure how long I’ll last;
How bone tired I am, only God knows.

My belly’s aching for lack of a meal
My muscles are quickly losing power.
Oh, what a miracle it would be to feel
The warmth of a hot shower.

Just as my feet falter and stumble
I see the light beckoning ahead.
A dwelling ever so humble;
God’s helpers giving us our daily bread.

About the author:

Br. Basil is a novice monk of Portsmouth Abbey. Hailing from Woonsocket, Br. Basil's interests include Eastern Christianity, the spirituality of Fr. Louis Lallemont S.J., and landscape photography.

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