In the dark of night, I wake
Close my eyes
Against street lights outside the window
Against the digital clock throwing
large red time into the darkness,
Against the blue light from the
low buzz on the television box.
I hear the swish of tires from a passing car
on the rain-soaked roadway,
In the silence after the storm calms, moves on
I hear the softest of whispers deep inside,
I am here, Child.
No reason for alarm.
I am here.
I smile and turn
Wrapping the covers around me
As I slowly sink
Back into peaceful slumber,
Knowing Jesus is near
And I am safe within
His enfolding arms.
By Carolyn R Scheidies
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