September 24

In those quiet, lavender, moonlight hushed moments
When I journey from the dreams of the night to the reality of day
I come to know myself, in a way words cannot say
There, in the stillness before the mind dawns
There is nothing to cajole or distract
Nothing except my soul, the lonely pilgrim who never sleeps
And in that sacred silence, un defiled by the din of wakefulness or the groaning of dreams
I hear my soul cry out, and sing with the silvery notes of angels
It tells me of who I was, who I am -
Though in the brightness of daylight that throws twisted shadows I could hardly tell
It whispers to me of Love beyond knowing, of promises of who I will be
In those moments before reality rips the twilight like a knife
I know God through the silence of my soul
And though it lasts for just a moment, half a moment, gone
Those twilight, purple hours are enough to steer me home.