I am caught in that moment of half-light,
the breathless point of balance between sun and moon.
As I bid farewell to the cold purification of the night,
in the same movement, I fling wide my arms
to be embraced by the warmth and glory of the sun,
knowing that in due time I will bow to the receding light
and open my arms to darkness once again.
Thus, O Lord, You come into our lives,
in the blaze of spendour, the certainty of Your presence,
in the times of aridity and isolation, even to the point of
Throughout this continuing journeying,
from the zenith of midday to the depths of midnight
and back to blinding noontide, we grow towards You,
the true light, that shines like the sun beyond darkness,
(Earth Prayers, edt. by Elizabeth Roberts and Elias Amidon: HarperCollins; 1991)