Ah, the night and its silence
How its woos me beyond the day’s toxic noise
Urgent signals clamoring for my attention bow to the hush
All I hear is quiet truth as deceitful loud falls away
Ah, the night and its space
How it summons me beyond the clutter that covers me
The mask, once worn, fades
Blessed night is where God’s Spirit broods over me
forming me back into the beloved creation that I was meant to be
Ah, the night and its solitude
How it entices me beyond the loneliness experienced in crowds
Desperate people begging me to store their suitcases disappear
And there, as I arrange the contents of my own baggage,
my own life experiences, all I feel is “gift”