Written a couple years ago, this remains relevant and may even be more so than ever.
It comes this night.
Faintly,
ever so faintly,
it comes.
Above the roar
of anger and hatred,
Above the howl
of prejudice and bigotry,
Above the oppressive maelstrom
of systems and structures,
Above the crash
of violence and war,
Above the groan
of doubt and despair,
Above the dis-ease
of heartache and heartbreak
Above the tumult
of turmoil and trouble
Above the clamor
of struggle and strife.
Above it all,
despite it all
because of it all,
it comes this night.
Faintly,
ever so faintly,
it comes.
This night
and all nights,
It comes.
Thank God, it comes.
Along the Graybeard Trail 