Talk with me about
what we don’t know
Show me something you feel safe to show at first
And I will not betray you
Let me go a little deeper, and go with me there
to better questions than I knew I had
And then to yours, and back to mine again …
Till our answers
Satisfy and bless
Satisfy and bless
Could the words I want be waiting for the night, for silence all around and peace?
Could they now?
Will they show themselves only after midnight
Sharing space with single lamp and scratching pen
In all the open air
Those few short hours sweeten the rest
Those all-night late-night darkest hours
What could they mean to my urgent self
So much …
In their profound silence God’s deep calls to mine.
When I breathe in this oxygen of eternity
My life between dawn and dusk shapes and sustains itself
