it’s hard to write about the night
when the room i sit in is full of peaceful natural light,
and the company i dwell beside
in my home and in my life
is full to the brim with intentionality,
knowing even when i’m in the dark
i can send a call
down the street or down the hall,
and someone will come close to me.

even still, the night comes earlier now,
and i can still remember how
some years it was so hard to get through
the winter because it was bleak and dim
and there was no one to talk to;
awaiting and waiting,
longing to enter
the spring; the hope of life and bloom
and better things.

this year i’m settling in to this space
that may be a bit dark,
but allows for the grace
to rest and expect,
to pause and remain,
and abide in your love.
god, come again.
god, be the spark.
i’ll be the flame.

the world is so dark
and we need you again.