Captain's Log - The Triumph of Rest

It’s strange how the nights seem darker
Shadows more foreboding when the wind howls
Rather than caresses
When the clouds cover stars and veil
The sea of illumination in a mist of doubt
Like vaporous stresses

Its strange how ugly and empty
The night becomes when you stray from
Your conscience’s calling
When one moment eclipses all reason
And floods of emotion highjack you
Like autumn leaves falling

Come quickly you gathering light,
you hope of redemption
the purchase from death
come quickly you giver of gifts
ancient wisdom of life
the worker of rest

Its strange how perfect the misdeeds
And sins of indiscretion lead to demise
Like rust on steel
But when you turn to love’s purpose
Like the crash of a tide changing chorus
You see what is real

Its strange how the wheels spin slowly
So perfect and complete
by ancient design
When you look back at the chaos
Patterns develop in relation to choices
And grace makes them align

Come quickly you mounting messiah
You steed of protection
You conqueror of death
come quickly you army of angels
Trumpet of jubilation
The triumph of rest