Repose

We all achieve a certain state of grace

in the hours between shadows and the dawn

with implicit trust, take our resting place

vulnerable, exposed yet heading long

into the deep of night and unafraid

laying prostrate, our weaknesses forgot

For these hours, are we, proselytes unsaid

the dwelling in the faith the ages wrought

Peaceful smiles wash over as we succumb

submerged in the first freedoms of the day

like children, accepting this as our right

Rising and falling our night rhythms hum

while silken glorias our bodies pray

reluctant to rise from the faithful night