Tonight, I sense within the quiet hour
Something on horizon I have never seen before.
It does not stalk the Earth as wolf might do,
Creeping with open mouth to devour,
But comes instead with peace within an open heart.
This new presence is coming gently,
Knows hour of promise is alive within cold air.
I sit and linger—ponder, wait awake.
I pray I will see it and not turn away
As it brushes past my sight.
Something new comes. This I know.
Deep within heart and soul,
I sense its love within a larger heart,
Brings light within keen eyes that see
Where mine are blind tonight.
There may be times for rushing.
But tonight I sit. I stay awake and wait.
Something new is on horizon,
Coming to be born…..