Angels Sing to Me at Night

9 January 2000 (am selben Tag, starb meine Oma)

Angels sing to me at night,

and lay me down to sleep.

They shut my eyes with gentle might

and induce slumber deep.

How else could I explain

the fact that I repose,

when so many siblings are in pain

and evils unopposed?

How else, even for a moment,

could I lay down to rest,

when innocent lives are bought and spent

without so much protest?

For human greed won’t close its eyes

nor evil rest its head.

Nor stop the hurt and needy’s cries,

yet I lay here in bed.

In darkness and unease I lie,

awake for hours long,

till down from heaven angels fly

and sing to me their song:

Rest easy, dear young child!

These wrongs, it’s true, should get you riled,

but for everything there is a time;

to sleep at night, it’s not a crime!

Each can only do its share,

through day-long effort, show its care.

So if you do all that you could,

and live the way you know you should,

Then lay thee down to rest at night

to make ready for tomorrow’s fight!

Then the angels wipe my tears away

and beg me not to cry.

They heal me from my wounds today

and bid me shut my eyes.

they hum to me in voice of love,

as I drift away to sleep.

Then they flutter back to heav’n above,

and I pray that they, my soul, will keep.