In this darkest of night
when my eyes should be heavy in slumber,
sleep does not come.
My mind fumbles awake
with jumbled thoughts and awkward intentions,
restless it wanders.
My heart hungers for touch
in this cold and lonely night,
aching bare and alone.
In this dark and holy moment
when my eyes are heavy
my mind unsettled
my heart broken
I find my soul,
Uncovered
Empty
Waiting
© A Sacred Longing 2009-2010