Night Sky

Wait with me into the dark night.

Light softens and shadows grow long.

Songs of the day drift into a smoldering

campfire, glowing ash hoping for one last

explosion of sparks onto the black canvas of night.

Birds watch in silence.  Only the owl defies night's appearing,

floating his baritone sound on the west bound wind.  In time, a 

call returns with the assurance of presence.

 

Let us sit together in silence and listen to the earth sigh.

Then, when the moon touches the top of the

tallest pine, let us lay upon a bed of

golden leaves and watch the stars

play among the tree tops.

May our last thought before sleep be wonder,

the last words whispered to the night be blessing,

may angels descending take delight in all

pilgrims who smile into the

night sky.