Twilight

There is a certain magic in twilight

In the hour just before the dark of night 

Lays its hands firmly over the earth,

In the smoky dusk of the falling day,

In the remembrances of what lies behind us

In preparing for what stands ahead.

It takes a certain strength to live this life,

To push aside the hands that scramble to bar our way,

To release the moisture that wells inside our eyes,

To let our hearts go.

Twilight is the place for that,

Just before the darkness falls,

Just before the candle we hold before us

Is snuffed out...

And we are left with our hands held out

To grasp the arms of God

The sunlight, warm against our backs...

The darkness, its whisper against our faces like a gift.

Because we know, that there 

In the darkness,

In the very depths of our solitude,

In the midnight of our fears,

We will find Him.

And we will love Him

More than we ever have before.