This is thy holy hour, O Soul
The flight from endless words
To wordless bliss of aliens
And lessons done with peace
Night, sleep and stars
For your clear midnight
The roads unknown have led here
An impromptu faith of minutes
That led to some crimson divinity
Some heart-beat of God in everything
This is thy holy hour, O Soul
The deepest black of light
The crowd that formed of Beloveds
A unity of generations of people
Like lit moving candles in water
The light that was always the same
From the same star, for the unique evolution
Of all we were and did in these states
In this body of hope, a dim-lit creativity.
Wuji Seshat 
Similar to the sentiment I was approaching at midnight last night, though with much more depth. Beautiful images, as always with your stuff.
Thanks yes, I always crave to write more spiritually…
I keep watching for your entries. Hope you’re not done for the day.
It’s becoming intrusive to my class productivity in the IT course I am taking…so prolly done for the day yes.
Darn, well best wishes on what you’re doing, that’s important too.
Yep. I had no idea you post so much!
Smiles…busy mind is always thinking. Belinda