Yes, I hear it too.
The silence fills our souls
with sounds of the unknown.

I too see the fading light
where once it beckoned sweet with dawn
this kinder light that tiptoes through the window
for it knows
that no amount of sun that shines
can warm these frozen tears;
not yours...not mine.

I will be here tomorrow.
I will be here by your fire.
We will hug the dogs and memories
and endure
for now; for we
know truer days will follow.

We know this
for our God
who brings tomorrow
shares our fire.