At the Bitter Evening Dusk

Most of what I write, even if religious-y, isn't as squarely formal and pious as this. In my defense, this afternoon I was reading Rainer Maria Rilke, it's his fault, he set me in this mood.
Still, timely for the season. Kinda Advent-y.


At the Bitter Evening Dusk

Lord, at the bitter evening dusk,
  Let Autumn judgements somber Fall,
Fruits of the land decay to husk,
  Long shadows knit into a pall
 
We honest blessed of your harvest,
  Have set our stores of all things good,
The penitent, those whom you test,
  Are welcome share our hearth, our wood

Though longer we must spare your light,
  While grim bone winter grips the night,
We shall with warmth of Faith inside,
  Await the ebb of eventide

Your lifting darks’ catastrophe,
  Beyond our means, grant in your ways,
Your gifted child, our majesty,
  Restore us life, come fruitful days