scoot closer, please

i want to be in Your presence in a quiet room, to hide in the hiddenness between me and You. some days are adventure, with a sword and shield, where we slay the enemy together, and watch the giants yield-- other days are excavation, with a trowel and brush, as we deepen the ancient caves and uncover precious gifts, but today-- i want to stay right here on the porch, sip our tea, 'til sunrise glows over the fields of corn, rocking so, two and and fro, listening as birds awake loving the silence, loving the world, as it emerges from the grave. and i scoot close, i lean in, and listen to You breathe for Your presence is warm, the night is o're, and Your heart sings.