The shadows fall. The stars appear. The birds begin,
Night embraces the silent half of the earth.
A vagrant, a destitute wanderer with dusty feet, finds his
way down a new road.
A homeless God, lost in the night, without papers,
without even a number, a frail expendable exile
lies down in desolation under the sweet stars of the world
and entrusts Himself to sleep.
-Thomas Merton, "Hagia Sophia" IV Sunset, The Hour of Compline, Salve Regina, Collected Poems, p. 369