A Poem: Midnight Still
Porch sitting on an old church pew
Today’s Audio—
Hello all and sundry,
Hey, there. Won’t you join me in the still, have a cup of tea, and breathe?
Sometimes, no, all the time, we could use a quiet conversation to just listen to our hearts speak on whispers, to let smiles and tears profess and confess, to hold a hand in joy or comfort, to let course through and between us everything revealing who we are.
Though our vulnerability may be sitting on unease, may we connect with the hope that we will be covered by a warm blanket knitted with receptive impartiality, understanding, kindness, sensitive patience, forgiveness, and love. That, in the depth and breadth of our experiences, the superb as well as the shocking, we feel free to express each emotion rooted in the human condition.
It is in the still, whether alone or accompanied, where we sit with all of it and hope for a hearing ear, a response or not, answers or none. But mostly, we hope to feel and find a peace we can’t explain nor need to understand. A peace that just IS.
Today’s poem reminds me of this. Though porch sitting alone on an old church pew, I welcomed the still, held quiet conversation…and, felt peace.
Let’s have a read and a listen.
Many blessings and MUCH LOVE,
~Wendy💜
Midnight Still
Darkness welcomes me To porch sit, Quiet, Still, On an old church pew, Serving multiple purposes. In evenings, As the sun has taken rest, I sit to say, Goodnight to stars, Sometimes the moon, Always to the three dogs Who surround me. One at my feet, One’s head on my lap, The other, curled up, Tail across nose, Halfcocked ears Listening To owls In midnight-wise discourse. A habit-lit cigarette Takes the day's edge off. My senses fill with All that surrounds me; Things I cannot see Through the cover Of darkness. Comfort, Still, Knowing that fears No longer plague me. Nightlights go unplugged; God’s light infuses my heart. No need To face The world alone. In easy conversation, I don’t. A rumble, then hum Finds my ears, Trucks pass by Along not too distant Highway. No one knows— I’m here Listening to the world Go on around me, Except the dogs, The owls, And God. I lift prayers in direction Of lone stars— For His Will, And my life’s gratitude. A long phone call Wouldn’t get me any Clearer answers, As Word comes On whispers of wind. ~Get on the road, To your dreams~ Time introduces me To them, Never realized they Were so very—near. Twilight’s stars Twinkle and hope I’ll wish upon them. Still, I wait for God’s Word To fill the empty Spaces of my heart. Never knew it would Be anything Like This— All Peace, All calm, All quiet— Midnight still. W. Gray -1997
Beautiful!!!
Ah…beautiful. I love sitting in an empty church, contemplating. Not strictly a believer, as such, but I am drawn to there being faith in the broadest sense and feel it very powerfully when I enter these simple churches…