I’ve been meditating on a passage out of my devotional entitled A Song at Midnight. I wrote this in response a few nights ago…

night vision

you speak of blessing,
insist you are near at hand
waiting for my call

but i am hoarse from
calling, all to no avail–
you do not come near

promises kept or
not kept–i know not the truth–
blind eyes do not see

fresh revelation
though the midnight hour is dark…
i welcome your sight

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