Night Lillie's sleep peaceful beneath the noon sun
yawning easy in the twilight; full bloom now by the moonlight.
The breath of God exhales and the darkness quickly comes.
The shadows now quietly shy away into nights black sleep.
Nocturnal sounds replace those of the day which gave birth to the night.
The wind which combed the tall grass of the meadow an hour before,
has now joined his brothers, the shadows in soft slumber beneath the pale moonlight.
Sweet smells fill the stillness and wrap around the senses like a soft blanket.
The echos of new dreams now creep out of the night forrest one by one.
Slinking into an unseen rhythm through the meadows grass...
searching; finding their way to rest on the heart of he who believes.
J. Allen Wilson 4/25/2009