Night Prayer

The Madman walked forth while his
household slept, and he went to
his little garden, and there he sang
his midnight prayer..

"Give me time, Oh Beloved,
and the arms to hold You through these
long nights when You seem so distant.
Give me a heart that does not grow
faint when I run these many races, and
fill it with your own Sweet Self."

"Fill me with Your food that I may never
hunger for aught but You, and give me
drink from Your rivers of paradise that
I never thirst for anything but the dew of

Photo by Mary Fullerton

Your Grace."

A Lover's moan escaped the Madman's breast

as he fell on his knees and the healing
tears of the Beloved's Love fell on the
tiny red tea roses that he gently tended, as the
bearers of the Perfume of God.

He sat upon the ground consumed in the Love of the One.
His lips moved silently through the names, as his
tears continued to fall.

Then in the silver white light of the Moon,
he felt a small furry head nuzzle his folded hands,
"mew".
"Ah my little one, my little one. We set before the Beloved,
and breathe His Grace. So, so sweet it is. Beyond anything
I could tell you of." She nuzzled his hand until
he picked Her up. Bringing her to eye level, he looked
into her tiny face. "You do understand don't you?"

The wind blew a warm scent of jasmine and rose
through the garden. The Madman looked into her eyes,
and saw there a distant celebration of such things as
he knew not.

"More than I can tell you" She said in a small clear voice.

A tear formed in the Eye of God,
and the Night went on..and on..and on
And Love danced in joy.

TF (C) 29Aug2010