In Dark of night...Spiritual Sundays

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In the dark of nigh
In the quiet hours
Sit I immersed in the time
Time of distractions
Time of prayers
Alone
Yet not alone
sit I
In my heart a family
Amy's family sits
In the dark of night

Can you not sit
and pray one hour
I recall His request
There in that garden...
sat they who fell into slumber
Awake
knowing there
Sits a Mother, Father niece and others.
Sit I

How can it matter
though I know it does
if we sit in the stillness of the middle night hours
Is it for a weight that we might lift
lift only ever so small a corner.
I know my Friend
He knows it matters
If I sit in the midnight hour.

now the dawn will soon rise
Hours they linger
past now four or more.
A flash in time to sit
quiet and knowing
Those that He longs for to comfort sit
sit in the middle nights hour.
grieving
hurting suffering the sorrow
they sit immersed in the surrounding cover
that balms them now
in twilight time

For the day will dawn
time will come drawn
into the light of mornings promise
much of life will continue
yet not for all this be true
for many will bring with this dawn a loss of a loved one.
The day will bring many to surround them
many voices and embraced to console
remember the quiet
hold them then without the
loud weeping and the trumpet refrain...

I know not of those outcomes of Dear Amy this night

Of this though I am sure of
there are oh so many who need us to sit
still in the watch tower
and to pray for just one hour
it may just be silence and a compassion well deep
to be there within that gap
while another might sweat great drops as if blood
come from some deep suffering..
A choice to lay down to a life time of selfish design
Choice can come hard won
suffering a great price then to pay
yet greater the gain yes?
greater the gain
So hold one another
in those quiet hours
those times of great pain
often just in silence

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