A Nighttime Prayer

as the late evening fog sweeps in over the hills

and the cold air creeps

to the doors and the windows,

as the blankets cover and wrap

the restful

and the air settle softly among the bedfolds,

as the souls breathe,

and the nostrils rhythm beats and the warms

of the lungs fills the ventricles—

may the very air sing and pulse and speak

of our Savor who aches to be known.