Through depth of night
Through depth of night, I sit alone
Whisp’ring, “My God, please come atone,
This flesh is weak – woe has won;
Yet You declare when day is done,
You’ll intercede with Spirit’s moan.
I am Yours, Lord, Living Stone;
Please breathe into this life on loan,
And stroll with me in setting sun
Through depth of night.”
Silence hews to marrowed bone,
Infuses air and tenders tone.
Its impact’s height surpasses none;
Its presence ne’re a soul’s outrun.
“Wake up!” You cry, “Do not bemoan!”
Through depth of night.
© Donna Arthur Downs