It's quiet now. The day ebbs slowly away. I love the day and grieve its loss. Yet, the night shadows bring their own peace.
Prayers take wing for those I love, for those I hear of, those I see. The peace of night brings calm to my heart. Prayer is easier then. Prayer for others.
When the day is high, pain is steady, and my heart beats swift and sure - the prayers are my own. Prayers for peace. Prayers for hope. Prayers for God's arms to hold me close.
It's quiet now.