Delight Poem by Ssemutooke Joseph

That in this dark deep dead of night
Your form and soul all so bright
Should shine my dull world to light,

That in the worst of the worst of moments
-of fears and hurts and unutterable torments-
Your cheer should upon me come in torrents,

That in the oft eerie mazes of this wide world
Your hand ever tender should thine readily hold
Toward the correct boulevard to steadily lead,

That among the many volatile and perfidious
Carrying on here down amongst us, with us
Man should find one to count on, to cherish!