"I meditate on Thee in the night watches." —@3David.@1 I meditate on Thee, and know Dear God, the way Thy star-tides flow: The lift of light, the curve of grace, The vast and voiceless sweep of space. Then suddenly, a hush of heart Has drawn me sacredly apart, And I am wistfully aware That silence is the soul of prayer! I lift a hopeful heart, and through The shadows keep my rendezvous With Thee, amid the trysting trees, I hear Thy whisper in the breeze: I know Thy tender voice—and feel Thy beauty through the twilight steal, And all about me, everywhere I know Thy presence as a prayer! I speak no word, nor voice a hope, But ever through this beauty grope My way to Thee in earnestness, And wait in wistful loneliness The miracle and majesty Of meditation's mystery, Until my heart is made aware That silence is the soul of Prayer. |