The moon stopped, caught among the midnight pine

and stars sprinkled wide across the velvet of night;

A chill breeze played among the bushes

and You came to me.

You enveloped me in love so profound

that I could not speak the words

to reply or even formulate

one coherent thought.

I knew in utter surety that I am precious

as Your creation cradled me while

Your love held me close and washed

my eyes with tears.

How I longed to speak to that Love and sing

in abandonment of self.

There was no sound to break the midnight feast,

only the opening of my soul.