Sierra V. Fedorko

If you have ever struggled in your Christian walk (I’m right there with you), this is for you. If you are in desperate need of hopeful reminders, you’ll find them here. If you have ever lain awake at night, racing with nightmares, but have yet to fall asleep, these words will meet you right where you are.

Dead of Night is a collection of poetry expressing the midnights of one’s faith and the ultimate hope and victory we have in Christ. In 17 poems, a striking word visual and a gut-honest journey woven in triumph, light, and assurance is richly laid out before you.

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“How does the empty vase still feel like hope when I’m holding it in my hands? What do you call peaceful sounds on window panes that look like trailing tear stains?“-somehow

“Thunder creeps on tiptoes, claps down, and always we least expect it. Coffins lower at every turn, and every fork in the road to sorrow. Sickness sits in tiny bones and mothers beg it be their own marrow, their own marrow, instead! Nights end to nightmares wake and dawn breaks to dull eyes, and all of us on tiptoes—on tiptoes to see the hope of our Lord” -groanings too deep

“Try, try again. Turns out I have the Truth, and every single time you try I turn into your lost cause as the Truth turns me into no lost thing. Unfortunately for you I’m not afraid to scream!” -spiritual warfare

“Night as dark as ever but the uncanny quiet it demands elbows us until we’ve nowhere else to go, so we sink at last into the Rest of which we can’t live without.” -sweet dreams

Exploring the complexity of one’s trust in God and the ebb and flow of that strengthening walk with Him, Dead of Night delves deep into the spiritual wrestling, anguish, and triumphs of one’s faith. While I often draw from my own personal experience–and you will see it threaded throughout this body of work–I know these poems span more than my own life.

At the end of the day, we needn’t fear the dead of night.