His Watchful Eye

Darkness creeps in on wings of stealth,
Night times aim not yet complete,
Shrouding all he sees as wealth,
Spreading out his sombre sheet.

Then the moon with glowing face,
Illuminates our earthly stage,
And lights the outer realms of space,
Releasing moonbeams from their cage.

His watchful eye is upon us all,
He's seen this earth through countless days,
And as the twilight starts to fall,
He displays glimmering gentle rays.

Smiling now he shines so bright,
Giving his all, as best he can,
Sweetening for us the lonely night,
As God had planned, for earthbound man.

poem by Ernestine Northover
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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