in the middle of the night
with a thundering at the door,
with a phone call from a number
you don't recognized anymore,
with a coldness over the edge of your skin
with a house with all its lights on
or a room completely dark
May it come to you
like lightning in a drought
a cough from a child
a shaking head with no answer
a car missing from the driveway.
May the peace that passes understanding
reach you and take hold.
May it grant sleep and silence
a path with a light
grace and comfort.
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