Slowly sliding into the darkness
Life slipping away from our sense
The birds and the trees and the natural state
Gradually becoming less dense;
Starkness our view to the horizon and to heaven
Uncovers our present tense;
We become open to creation and salvation,
The Light that unlocks the suspense.
Man is a simple pilgrim
Through the seasons of life, death and change;
Christ is the firstborn for the enlightened traveller
That the journey seem a little less strange.