Night Air

The day hangs heavy upon you, but the night air is forgiving, with the song of life, indiscriminate, indifferent, but all His, thrumming with discordant melodies. The liturgy has shifted, with the coming of the Christ child now imminent. The breviary has a life of its own. The hours have a song of their own. Tonight it turns your face from Calvary, to Bethlehem, perhaps when you need it most. Your lips move in prayer, your heart lifts and you know, and thank God, that sometimes there is nothing you can do.