College: Sketches In Pastel Poem by Brian Johnston

I
Surely Night is dressed in the dark robes of a priest
His touch is blessed with peace.

II
Speak softly or you'll wake her -
Do not let her hear
Your social voice least she tremble
At such blasphemy.

Walk slowly or she'll stumble -
Build a gentle ramp
Up to a house so filled with love
It shelters millions.

III
Love,
How shall I know you?
Is love really your name
Or just an alias for loneliness?

IV
Standing in the doorway
The light shines through your hair,
Could your heart show in that light
Then I would travel there.

V
The question arises again and again -
Should I chase after chaff
That blows in the wind
Or replant the grain.

VI
What kind of man was this -
Who knew every man for a stranger
And yet could not restrain His smile,
Even should they despise Him more?