It
is the still of night
That
takes us to places loved
Calm,
peaceful places only dreamed
Can
we afford not to visit
The
beauty of love at peace?
It
is the serenity of prayer
That
leads us to a higher plane
One
of tranquility and love offered
Where
we gather with celestial splendor
And
see ourselves clearly in the face of God
Where
then does the soul receive sustenance?
Is
it the still of night
Or
the serenity of prayer?
The
combination of these two
Is
where the tranquil breezes wave the wheat
And
cover the heart with comfort
That
longed for comfort…
