O night of wondrous mystery, you enfold us in your treasured darkness.
O star of hope and longing, you shine in our most simple sky.
O winter wind wailing, you mingle with our sighs, our songs.
O heavenly choir, behind night's deep curtain, you draw your single breath.
O silence, rife with God, we lean toward the musical pause.
O song, O throat of heaven, you find your sweetest voice in us.
O nerve, you will with perfect will, and we move, we know not how.
O holy child, in your becoming we become.
O night of the unending unseen, blossom in us slowly.
O star, so small and excellent, shine in us as long as you need to.
__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light www.unfoldinglight.net
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