What could I wish you in these busy days when dawn and dusk crowd close to grey-blue noon, when bars of shadow lie across the ways and evening brings darkness far too soon? So brief the span of light upon the beach; the waves come rolling loud onto the shore; all known horizons vanished, out of reach of even memory. Never before Was it this dark. So little done; yet sleep still stays away. O God, how long, how far must the heart walk in darkness, must we weep until at last love comes as midnight star -- And so, I wish you Peace; and when you wake, wake into Joy! It's there! And yours, to take.