The Healing Silence
In the long lee of the silent hours,
when all is as quiet as the stars
and even the wind slacks from its strong sendings,
When the only light is the light of the moon,
softened slightly by the high thin veil
of a slowly drifting winter cloud,
When the slightest of shadows
shows your passing
on the frosted grass.
In that moment
when even your thoughts
are heard by God,
Yield to the knowing,
welcome the revealing
and be healed
Of whatever it is
that has stolen sleep
and sent you seeking in the night.
Keep yourself close
to the cleansing quiet,
the searching light,
Always ready for the Promised Rest.