Vacillations, Part Four

It’s always nice to be beyond
The necessary day. You may
Admit that faith’s a wayward thing

That often leads people astray
And still speak solemnly of faith
As of a wise, old, trusty friend.

You may confess your own mistakes
Are significant as any
And still rage at being betrayed.

It’s nice, then, to get to the night,
Even fearing vermin, given
There’s no more you need to do now.

Now you can and should rest. You are
Unneeded, blesséd, and can bless.