Night

The wind has swept away all my wants.
Sitting within the night, among the owls…
Listening to mellow songs…
Watching the clouds race over the full moon’s pale face…
It’s such a surreal and beautiful night.
Somewhere right now there are violent storms.
Somewhere someone is living in discontent.
Somewhere there are wars being fought.
And tonight there are people denouncing God.
I am just happy to be hearing the crickets sing in unison.
And watching the clouds streak by, illuminated so eerily,
on this late summer night.