Depths

The depths of darkest night is when I pray into the 

Starry abyss full of all the pinpoints of light planted

To receive the gift of all the sorrow, heartache, wonder

A web of love meant to hold and scatter the promise of

Hope on the winds, flowing on the glow of milky rivers

Spun with all the unifying prayers of the ages meant

To be put into the open arms of One greater than

We all the cries, all the joys, all the wonder run 

Together in the dark velvet of night, the healing balm

Wrought in the sprinkled sky of night