In the light of a spring evening
As day gives way to night
When the house becomes more quiet, more empty
This is when I seek You.
Here
Now
On my own
There is still purpose
A reason to be within this particular set of walls.
In the waning of darkness
As the moon hands over the sky to sunrise
When I awake in the house
So very quiet, still empty
This is when I seek You.
In this New Day
By calendar
By season of life
Always
May I seek You.
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