Night Air

Night Air

  I live in Gray, Louisiana where the gators and critters roam.  The black nights here are mild and calm.  Around 11:00 each evening, I take sweet Shiloh and the Irishman, Brody outside.  I stand and wait in the stillness.  The trees seem to sleep on their pillows of leaves.  Pacing feet take to mending den.  Rocking chairs have stopped swaying and chimes lightly ting in the air.  Houses hibernate in the twilight biding for shimmering sun.  New day, will you bring love, happiness, and goofy fun?  Dewy day, whatever comes, strength from God, I do pray.  

I look up to the white freckled sky; God, what majesty and peace you bestow on the earth.  The stars twinkle-pinkle in the blackness, charming my eyes.  The moon beams against the velvet clouds, the lantern of the bayou land.  My mind sits on the Big Dipper and rests by Orion’s Belt.  I drift to the Northern star and heavenly thoughts.  Jesus, guide my feet on this earthly dirt.  I surrender everything to you, creator of angelic firmament.  I trust my starry eyes to you. 

When you look at the night sky, what do you think?  Do your thoughts tarry on ground or do they take steps to God?  Where does the night air lead you?  Does your cold breath warm your heart with godly tinkering?  The night air takes me on an adventure throughout the earth.  My breath at night, takes flight. 

Breath at Night

Breath at night,

take celestial, mystical flight

to starry ebon world above

Bits and bobs of twinkle brass knobs

Window glow moon

Old man, sing a tune

Breath at night

Ghostly smoke pipe

Earth, frosty ripe

Take to dark, peaceful trees

Skim sleepy blue waters

like ringlet toddler

Head to snooze-cap mountains

Rest, mighty Tetons

Little doe, calm

whitely nap

Night, what a glimmering sight

Misty breath, come back

from global track

Land nigh,

tired sigh

Lantern lights cloudy heights

Time to hit the hay

Breath at night

take to bedding bay