Poem 4-12-13- a poem a day first in the series

2AM

2AM

words like whispers, God awake,

the empty night

the forest quiet

all the creatures poised,

we would trade all security

all of our confidence

for just one noise

but the silence is unrelenting

as all the good ones lie asleep

and only words through

early morning slumber keep

quiet as if God

awake

teaches me a song to sing

quiet in the aftermath

of weeks passing

2AM

and sleep has crossed my mind

but words thrown like stars

in an evening sky

shine and shooting by

quiet as if God’s awake

and all his creatures

wait for just one taste of divinity

a slice

in white, pale like the moon in evening

when all the good ones sleep

God in whispers

Speaks in riddles

And all his secrets

Keep.