Midnight

The midnight hour hastens
As Joe sits silently.
The lone lightbulb illuminates
Beneath the shadows, long.

The open window welcomes
Ambient cacophony.
Background stillness radiates
Nocturnal ebb and flow.

Undulating whispers
Suggest possibilities.
Yet deeper still there radiates
A longing in his soul.

His spiritual thirst beckons
As a heart parched by neglect.
The Holy Spirit illuminates
As Joe returns to sacred text.

Thankfulness emerges.
His heart sings out in praise.
Adoration fills the night
As incense for the Lord.

August 2006 by Glen Alan Woods