A Kiss in the Night

As the frosty morning dew begins to thaw
along the solemn fields of expectation,
and the winter sun returns the rain through
the porous veil separating heaven and
earth, the dying hope within my heart
tilts towards the light. The world
is quiet here, even as creation sings the
silent chant of awakening, the song which
permeates the chilled air with divine
consolation, love’s sublime expression
of being born anew each day. Life is a
prayer knowing only this moment. Love is
reflected when you open your eyes. A kiss
in the night quiets the mourning as the
longing heart groans for peace no more.

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