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.
Love this reflection Michael and I relate to it as well. Thank you always for sharing your gift of poetry and Depth!
Thank you Marlene for your comments. I’m glad the post spoke to you. Do hope you are well.
I like this very muche
Thanks for your feedback Sue. Be well.
Beautifully written and inspiring! thank you!
Thank you,Kelly for your feedback. Be well.
This reflection came at a perfect time. Thanks Mike!!
Thanks for your feedback Gerry. Hope things are well for you and all those at Galilee–a place of fond memories for me.
Another beautiful poem that speaks to the heart. Thank you for sharing your gift of words.
Hi Bonnie. Thanks for your feedback. I do hope you are doing well and enjoying the end of summer days.
That was great Michael. Even in retirement I continue to wake early, love your reflection in the power of that time. Thanks! Hope you are well?
Hello Bill, Thanks for your feedback. Yes, that’s powerful time of night. Yes, I’m well enough and I hope you are as well. In solidarity. Michael