Silent in Night.

The sun has set on our day. Our best ambitions are now to be put to rest. All is silent in night.

No sun to reveal. No warmth to calm. No rays to brighten.

Nighttime is proof that we are human – alarms are set, doors are locked, covers are pulled over our heads. Questions mark these dark hours: who’s there? what’s that? did you hear? We turn on the fluorescent lights, the music, the TV, but none can be the sun to us.

We remember we are fragile

feeble

frail.

The shadows outside our windows are all too familiar. They house the unknown, the uncertain, the unpredictable. Their dark shapes linger around our well-protected lives and cross our thresholds dismissingly. We find them crouched under our beds and as monsters in our closets. When we lay down to sleep, we find the worst of them have waited for us there. And so begins the long night within.

We remember we are temporary,

tired

terrified.

When will the sun rise again? When will all be brought into the light? We strain to keep our eyes open, fixed on that horizon. We wait for just a hint of a single ray. And we know You’ll come! And in that confidence we curl up our legs and pull our knees tight against our chests. We will wrap ourselves in these covers and wait. We will watch. We will hope that soon dawn will be ours.

You will be ours.

The Son will be revealed. All will be calm. All will be bright.

We wait

as all is

silent

in

night.