Moonless Darkness Stands Between

Moonless darkness stands between.
Past, the Past, no more be seen!
But the Bethlehem-star may lead me
To the sight of Him Who freed me
From the self that I have been.
Make me pure, Lord: Thou art holy;
Make me meek, Lord: Thou wert lowly;
Now beginning, and alway:
Now begin, on Christmas day.

by Gerard Manley Hopkins

Comments (1)

I think this is a cute poem. I like how you said 'bring me ANYTHING and I will be happy.' Sometimes even the smallest things I have received have made me happy, too. Take care. Sincerely, Connie Webb