In a nocturnal mood.

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I love the night when the sun

Disappears behind the curved hand of the earth

And the heat of the ground dissipates

Into the blackness of the sky

When the temperature cools

And the birds take their rest,

When the lime light of lamps

Resemble petals of the silvery moon.

All is peaceful,

No more honking horns or bleating sirens

No more the voices and laughter of children…

And mothers calling to their young.

No more the sound of the enemy

Flying his arrows at noon day…

Or the useless wasting of energy spent

Trying to grasp solitude in the glaring sun.

There is a tranquil calm and reassurance

And the only sound I hear

Are the distant hums of motor cars

And dulcet tones of dinner Jazz on the radio.

The air becomes still and vacuums the sound…

I relax in slippers, coffee and dressing gown.

The world I leave behind

And the night creates one of its own,

Splendid in mystery the master of my throne.

I love the night and the moment it shares

Reminding me of the need to be still

And knowing that God is still there.