In The Quiet of the Night
In the quiet of the night, long before dawn begins to seep towards the day, I take light breaths between remembering and hoping. The remembering goes on and on and as I sift between painful and pleasant memories my hope grows and grows as I recall all those who offered a hand, an ear, a heart along the way.
In the quiet of the night, long before words are needed, I pray the primal prayer of silence and offer it to This All. In faith I believe “God” hears my prayer and guides me through the myths and stories spoken by others and offered to me as gift for the journey.
In the quiet of the night, long before my work begins and the tasks I need to do arrive, I rest in the warm embrace of Silence. It is this silence which energizes me for the work of the day and the conversations in the city during which the Quiet sets the tone for life.
In the quiet of the night each day begins.