in the softness,
in the long shadows
of midnight,
I stir from sleep
{for no known reason}
and sneaksosilently
into the boys' bedroom
lay my hands on their small
backs
rhythmically rising and falling
and pray
that they would know
the greatness of a Presence
that fills the stillness
of their souls
in both the stolen
moments of daylight
and
in the quiet,
in the softness,
in the long shadows
of midnight.
