How Do Day and Night Differ?

How do day and night differ?
When to me both are miserable?
Morbidity and monotony mingle.
Weakness and woe are wed.
Dreams are in dearth.
What man can fashion visions?
What sage can summon somnia?
Hearts are too hollow.
Souls too spacious.
They can be filled with such fellness!
What purpose serves pain?
What meaning can be mined therefrom?
Sorrows surge and spread.
Innocents endure evil.
The cerulean is silent!

I tell thee, O man, day and night needn’t be so dreary.
Much misery there need not be.
The Word is a luminous lamp.
Solace can be sought there.
It carries comfort for the careworn.
There is a sage that is our sabbath.
He works rest into the weary.
Hearts are not too hollow
Nor souls too spacious
When the Holy Spirit hides therein.
Pain indeed hath a purpose.
Its destiny long was deemed.
The sage suffered in our stead.
Endless agony He endured in hours.
Answers are not found in the azure sky
But at His bloody cross.