Quiet Desperation

There are those moments
late at night after the day is done
and the world seems to be asleep
but I can't

In those moments
The moments of quiet desperation
My mind seems to wander
and it usual ends up in the same place

While the tears are falling
The knees are pleading
And I long for more than peace
Patience looms in the air

It is in those moments
that I discover who I truly am
Simple, stark, bare, and open
Like a child without pretense

Overwhelming gratitude
seems to sweep away unjustified fears
And in the midst of confusion and clarity
I am saved by Grace