The Midnight Hour


The many tones of wind chimes
shattering the silence,
announcing the presence of wind.

The moon hides behind a lacey cloud,
illuminating the sky,
spreading shadows with dappled light.

The night animals chirp messages,
skittering across streets,
staying in the shadows.

The darkness rapidly descends,
dreaming of a new day,
resting in the stars.

Creator of the stars of night, be present in the hours of darkness.  Amen.