Poetry In the Silence

In the dark of night, I wakeClose my eyesAgainst street lights outside the windowAgainst the digital clock throwinglarge red time into the darkness,Against the blue light from thelow buzz on the television box.I hear the swish of tires from a passing caron the rain-soaked roadway,In the silence after the storm calms, moves onI hear the softest of whispers deep inside,I am here, Child.No reason for alarm.I am here.I smile and turnWrapping the covers around meAs I slowly sinkBack into peaceful slumber,Knowing Jesus is nearAnd I am safe withinHis enfolding arms.By Carolyn R ScheidiesRead more like this in Journey of Faith