When at night, late chill of fear settling upon the horizon
hearts awake may ache with the nature of tomorrow
‘our bodies, our selves’ are worthy of time to pray
that our lives may live a delightful sparkle of grace.
When as we sense a fatigue we begin to struggle
to maintain our alive eyes that search the mist
of twilight skies, descending upon our minds
telling us our time is nearing an end today.
When then we reflect inside a visual dream
that reality that we speak of so fondly when
alone becomes just that, a cold barren field
of searching threads lost in the thorny branch
When while we stroll the maze of our lives
the tug upon our heart-strings ever present
in wonder as our soul becomes a spiritual guide
that seer of Grace looking out for our fears.
When in the night of day, our lives end again,
knowing we may awaken journey ahead.