Quiet
tender
soft and steady.
The night breathes and the heart wanders.
A lonely hunter of God.
The Earth moves marble-like
with unnoticed grace.
Sunrise, sunset.
heartbreak and sirens possess the land in countless venues.
But only the hush of the moment in this place
And the simple providence of stillness
a gleaming wave of steady hope.
Hope that ushers the closing of the age.