The Blessing Poem

​I love the house at midnight
With snow simply falling.
And the moon providing
Quietude from life.
 
Without a word, I tiptoe round
A child exploring night
All is bathed in wonder
At the majesty in sight
Within, around, upon
A house built as a blessing.
 
The heartbeat of the Lord is here
The breath of life a sound
That sings as music of the spheres
Unheard by human ears…
Except at midnight in the moonlight
From angelic realms
That gathers notes from many years
And blends them into song
 
Memories of long ago
And movement through the years
Guide my eyes as they alight on
Treasures found tonight.
Stories rise on waves of tears
Soundless, as is right
To keep the silence as I wander
Through the midnight sites.
 
God has made a house of me
A temple to His liking
Where he is free to roam within
And rest in His abiding.