The boundaries of my body exceeds that which is healthy. My strength is wasting away. With pain I move; in pain I rest. Consolation comes with delights of the tongue. Sleep occupies the early morning hours and into the day. The noonday sun burns me to awareness. Half the day has passed behind the darkened windows and in between the sheets.
Slowly realization hits as I recall that laundry is to be done, dishes are to be washed and food must be prepared for the one with no appetite. The laconic mind spends hours within the abyss of the world wide web. Errands are run at the end of the day, just before the shops are closing. Night begins to fall even before the journey home begins.
In the stillness of the night finally I hear Your voice. In the stillness of the night, I feel Your peace. In the stillness of the night, there is Truth revealed. In the stillness of the night, hope is renewed.
For in the glaring of the daylight, there is the noise of busyness, of urgency, of responsibilities. People rush to and fro, unable to be confined even by the speed limits. Under the bright light of day, pairings can be seen and families collect at the drive-through on their way to the next scheduled event. In broad daylight, pedestrians in the cross walks are in danger of vehicles not able to pause.
Under the cover of the night, His presence is more real. His Word comes alive in the isolation of the darkness. Goals are set; determination is renewed. Plans are made; hope is regained. Slowly to bed I am drawn and the gentle light by the bed is shut off. Slowly to bed I am drawn and the gentle light of the rising sun fills the room.