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Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Night's Dark Hours: A Poem

I'm writing right now from a hotel room. It's been a few days since Irene swept through our state, leaving hundreds of thousands of us without power. We've been blessed to spend some of that time in the comfort of a hotel. I've been most grateful for that! It is my hope tomorrow, when we return home, we will have power shortly afterwards. If we don't, I will not have access to my blog or the internet in general until we do.

I wanted to share a poem I wrote just now, as I was attempting to drift off to sleep. My family has already been slumbering quite peacefully for hours now! I just feel God calling me deeper and I long to plunge more and more into His infinite depths. This irresistible urge is getting in the way of my sleep in some sense! In fact, not too long ago I wrote a post titled: Midnight Reveries: Insomnia's Subtle Gifts. You can read it here if you'd like:http://ascendingthehills.blogspot.com/2011/08/midnight-revelationsinsomnias-subtle.html  

Though  it would be nice to be sleeping, and I'm sure I will be drifting off as soon as I post this, my time with God in these dark hours I consider a great gift. These hours of solitude draw me closer and closer to more intimate revelations of His love, mercy and grace. I eagerly go where He beckons and can't resist inclining the ears of my heart to His gentle whispers.

I have not really edited this poem yet, so apologize in it's potential roughness. It was conceived just a half an hour ago and I'm posting it now because I'm not sure when I'll be online again. I pray all of my readers are well! 

I'd love your thoughts and reflections on this poem and I look forward to responding when I can. Thank you!

Night's Dark Hours

Night's dark hours tenderly search
my heart for true devotion,
As soul stretches forward to
Rest in Him, His Love an infinite ocean.

Rising and swelling His peace it comes
His mercy restoring numbed senses.
Grace, like a blustery wind blows,
Knocking souls off of their fences.

His presence, most beautiful of distractions,
Leads my heart to dance in reverie.
In the silence of soul's seeming inaction,
Consciousness plunges into the most beautiful Mystery.

A corridor with no end to depth,
Enters the soul garbed in love that enfolds.
Traversing the darkest of chasms,
for a pearl of the greatest worth to behold.


  1. Beautiful! Thank God for insomnia sometimes!! Haha...

    Psalm 62:1-2
    “My soul finds rest in God alone; my salvation comes from him. He alone is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will never be shaken.”

    Have a great Wednesday, sister!

  2. An enchanted world is one that speaks to the soul, to the
    mysterious depths of the heart and imagination where we
    find value, love, and union with the world around us.
    As mystics of many religions have taught, that sense
    of rapturous union can give a sensation of fulfillment
    that makes life purposeful and vibrant....Thomas Moore....
    You have a beautiful soul Jessica,it reflects in everything you write...God bless you,Jessica.

  3. Hi, Jessica! --

    I often write in the middle of the night when I can't sleep, too! I can't say that I actually "like" this process but it does seem to work.

    Powerful poem -- I could read the first four lines over and over again. Like a mantra.

    Good luck with your power (in EVERY sense of the word!)

  4. Thank you Bernie! Always a pleasure to have you stop by :)

  5. Alpana, Thank you so much for the passage from Thomas Moore...beautiful :) It's amazing how parallel many of the experiences from mystics across all the religions are with one another. To me, it shows us how great our God is! And how creative He is in manifesting His hearts to all of His children.

    ~blessings and love

  6. Thank you Linda, I am glad you enjoyed the poem. Good to know I'm not the only one writing in the wee hours!
    ~blessings :)

  7. i tend to write when i can not sleep...at times one needs to vent, and share what is in mind....it was a good read, hope things are fine when you reach home..

  8. Simply beautiful! How wonderful when God moves us to create no matter what time of day or night. :)

  9. Thank you Chintan and I'm so glad you stopped by! Leaving for home now. ~many blessings :)

  10. Lovely stuff Jessica

    The night hours bathed in silence, make it easier to hear and sense the Divine whisper issue His reassurance of Love.

    Looking forward to all the 'stuff' to come.



  11. Love this poem Jessica. As you know there is a lot of 'new-age' type stuff on the internet and this poem has arisen out of a true love for God. Bless you!

  12. Beautiful..I miss having that connection...As always...XOXOXOXO

  13. Wish i could write so beautifully at any time, day or night.

  14. Beautiful poetic words!! Your inability to sleep has it's advantages as this post clearly shows..."His Love an infinite ocean" sums up God perfectly. Blessings :)

  15. This truly beautiful Jess...Just draws you in and closer to Him. Love and hugs sweet friend.

  16. Sometimes in the middle of nothing... silence... one finds inspiration... and you did and how beautiful it was ... Thank You for sharing your words

  17. Beautiful Jessica. Your connection with god runs deep." Traversing the darkest of chasms,
    for a pearl of the greatest worth to behold"

  18. Hi Jessica, sorry I missed this one when you posted. It is a beautiful poem. I remember the poem you wrote when you had insomnia but this one ´feels´ different. You sound at peace.

  19. It's more than a poem but a prayer of the heart and soul... an 'oratio' ---a conversation with the beloved...

    It's very precious Jessica. I've bookmarked it...

  20. Thanks for leaving a comment on my blog! Hundreds of people read my devotionals weekly but without you and Martha I would have no comments!!Haha
    I appreciate you doing that, sister!

    God bless and have a happy day in Christ.