Toward Dawn …

Restless in the night hours, Oh Lord.
At times there emerge too many
when I lie down.  When the quiet fails
to calm I begin to listen; to whom?

Were it the thief, there is not far to run.
Breathing pushed in, trying not to notice
stars, distant trees, strange voices, or
forced heat clanking from a pipe nearby.

Up close the silent wolf looms
in all that I thought I was,
in all the lonely striving and lazing,
in a lure that is slowly fading.

How to have the assurance, Oh Lord?
When others around begin to harp
inside me, I can sense them – robbers!
Where to turn? How can I hide?

Your word instructs - you are the gate,
You proclaim – I will not be snatched away
You are Everywhere Lord – I cannot miss
the voice of Whom I know among those I do not.

You stood watch– you never left!
With clarity this sheep awakens to light.
You deliver me through my troubles.
I praise You and I give You thanks.