Who goes there in the night? Bellowing Dragons awaken terror while on a rampage, but eternal fires of the soul quiet the bombardment and release the fear.

Melancholy nights and turbulent dreamscapes remind us of work to be done to ease the heaviness within.

Friends ring the night with pearls; tender are the moments we spend together.

At dusk a wind blows, stirring the heart with night’s gentle melody.

In the tight places where sunlight kisses the night away, amongst the firs and wild things, ancient melodies drift on the wind and the heart sings.

The night sky at midnight boasts a crown splendidly bejeweled and glowing, pristine presence felt in awe.

Angels gather to redeem the children who cannot remember the darkness yet cry in the night; so it is with all of us.