Friday, November 16, 2012
DAY IS DONE
The days are short and I have taken to my usual wintry practice of creeping about the streets toward dusk. This time of year a marginal quiet descends, the colors are sharp, and the air, even in L.A., has a bite. Already, along Sunset Junction, you can smell holiday smells: the rich fragrance of roasting meat, sumptuous cheeses, spices, hot cider, good leather, roasting coffee, fresh bread...
But I never stay in Sunset Junction for long. Consumed by "nostalgia for the infinite," I walk through and keep going, drawn by abandoned lots, scruffy patches of sidewalk, deserted alleys, the people with shopping carts rooting through Dumpsters...
Day is done, but love unfailing
Dwells ever here;
Shadows fall, but hope, prevailing,
Calms every fear.
Loving Father, none forsaking,
Take our hearts, of Love’s own making,
Watch our sleeping, guard our waking,
Be always near.
Dark descends, but Light unending
Shines through our night;
You are with us, ever lending
New strength to sight;
One in love, your truth confessing,
One in hope of heaven’s blessings,
May we see, in love’s possessing,
Love’s endless light!
Eyes will close, but you, unsleeping,
Watch by our side;
Death may come: in Love’s safe keeping
Still we abide.
God of love, all evil quelling,
Sin forgiving, fear dispelling,
Stay with us, our hearts indwelling,
Richard Carney of Claremorris, Co. Mayo Ireland singis this beautiful Welsh hymn.