You Come in the Night

I’ve cried every day
for the past three weeks:

in loneliness and joy,
in longing for oneness,
for reasons below the
membrane of silence.

In the night a voice:
of the restlessness dogging
me all that day, it said,
"those are just feelings."

Last night it whispered,
"You do not know how
to love. Not yourself,
not others, not God."

Through the noise
of how many lives
have You waited
until I’d listen?

You come in the night
like a lover and
make me want You
so much more.