God's Midnight Meadow

 I'm walking through a green field in my dream. The grass is above my waist and it is wet. It's the middle of the night, the sky a velvet black. I walk slowly, and glide my hand over the top of the grass. All I see is the glistening green, and the comforting darkness. I am at peace. There are no sounds, just the wisk of my hand, brushing the grass, and the soft sqealch of my shoes on the dark, damp soil.
            
         I have no destination, no goal. There is just me and You, God.

I walk, and I walk, and I walk. There is no rush, no hurry, no schedule to abide by. Instead I abide in You. This heart of mine, this heart of darkness, is serene. I like the darkness, and You are there.

  I hear Your whisper, Your soft voice is the only sound, and as You speak, it is music to my soul. I find comfort in the night, when it's just me and You. When everybody is dead to the world, and the Sun slumbers. When the Moon glows and the stars, the stars decorate the sky like pin pricks in black mattee.

  My soul is midnight, yet You are the light. My sin is slowly dripping oil, yet You absorbed it with Your blood. I taste the dew of the meadow, and it is sweet. I am soaked in your grace.

 I walk through this field, through this wet grass, through this black night, through my deep dream. I walk alone, but You are there. I'm by myself, but You are by my side. I walk for so long, so long, and then I walk into You.

  You've waited for me and You will wait for everyone at their own pace, in their own place.
My place is the night, the dark, the blackness, but instead of dispair, there is hope. Instead of death, there is life, and instead of misery, there is joy.

      You are the light in my night, the small flicker of flame, the candle in the dark room.

For in this gloom, it's just me and You...and I am at peace.