“Who, who,” I cry with the owl, lonely on the rooftop;
”Who will hear me, and who will answer?”
Flying dark with the bats, I send out prayers,
trying to locate God by their echoes.
I am as far from Sunday as may be,
as far from rest.
A still, small voice might whisper,
“Peace, now, for I have answered the owl
and satisfied the winged thing.“
“I am beyond your dreams,
yet even when you wake I will be near.
Though I neither slumber, nor sleep,
yet in me you will find your ease.
I am all that in the night,
you cannot see.”
The Revd Rosalind C Hughes is Rector of the Church of the Epiphany in Euclid, Ohio, and author of AFamily Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing (April 2020, Upper Room Books). She blogs at over the water / rosalindhughes.com