O night, O star


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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