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About being led to something sacred
In the quiet of the night skies,
I am alone,
except for the beating of my heart.
Breaking the silence are the faraway calls
of the coyote and the great horned owl;
they seem to be communicating with each other
in a language I know not.
What must they be feeling
about our world so torn apart?
As the chill of the night air surrounds me,
there is a sense of peace and amazement.
I stand on firmament
created by a God
who is the ultimate source of love.
My thoughts are of thankfulness
of the gifts I have been given in life,
and for the precious gift of life itself.
As I look upward to the heavens,
I say a prayer of gratitude,
for I am in the presence of One
so powerful, but yet so
forgiving and merciful.
Closing my eyes, there is
peace in my heart.
For in these moments,
the cares of the world have disappeared
in the presence of one so Holy.
