The music finishes.   
It is the quiet of night   
Broken by the ticking of a clock,   
the hiss of rain,   
the growling of a distant car.   
The silence of this interval   
is not for doing,   
not for resting   
But to wonder in;   
A vulnerable silence   
given back to us.
My soul sings, Beloved, You are the melody.   
You are the strings on which I play.   
You are the One for whom I sing.   
You are all that is and my soul seeks Oneness with You.   
Teach me the music of life, Beloved.   
Teach me to play the instrument of my Being,   
and of this world, that I might see and hear   
and know more clearly the nearness of your Presence.   
I would sing into the Oneness that You are.