3 am

Where do our hearts go

As the days drift deeper to dark

What is wisdom

When we feel too stuck to embark

On a journey which may lead us to glory

But could yet leave us lying depressed in the cold

Is this one “yet” the true source of our fears

Or is our distaste the result of our nearness

To fear

For what have we to fear, but fear itself

Tremor we do

Night terrors confront us, say

pain and sorrow are

the only results

of the only choices

we can choose

Life, truth, beauty

Mean nothing at 3 am

When we are frozen

To our ideals of what our lives must be

To what our God cannot do

To what has been promised

And what we are entitled to

What will melt us and allow us to step

Allow us to move and to live in light

Perhaps we must sleep through the night