Obscurity

(Found here)

Obscurity becomes the final peace.

The hidden then are the elect, the free.

They leave our garish noon and find release

in evening’s gift of anonymity.

Lost, not in loneness but in multitude,

they serve unseen without the noise of name.

Should you disdain them, ponder for your good:

it was in this way that the angels came.

~Jessica Powers