Wrapped round by darkness
that increases and recedes
seasonally;
Embraced by night,
aware of the westward sinking
and the eastward rising;
Conscious of the ebbing
of energy and animation;
Framed by darkness,
waiting for the breaking,
and yielding;
I curl up here,
in the velvety dark,
breathing slowly,
hugging myself,
hoping to connect
with God’s promised sameness.

In our life and our believing
The love of God

Psalm 139:12, the light and dark are both the same to God