The Beauty of Nighttime

The moonlit sky reflects the divine.

His gentle hands quiet my heart,

like the hush of the daily noise of life.

In the quiet, he heals what’s broken apart.

I sit and gaze at the tranquil sky,

taking in the peace of the crisp air.

With most of the world sound asleep,

I cherish my time there.

When my mind won’t quiet and rest,

and thoughts race as shooting stars,

Nighttime offers me a sacred place

to ponder the healing of all my scars.