Psalm of the Midnight Visitor
- Kateb-Nuri-Alim
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Psalm of the Midnight Visitor
By Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar
O heavens above, stretched wide with wonder,
By the night and the One who steps into it
the Midnight Visitor comes clothed in silence.
Who can truly comprehend the One
who arrives unseen, yet changes everything?
He is like a piercing star,
shattering the veil of shadow with holy fire.
He finds me where light has fled.
When my spirit is dim, He shines.
When life has gone cold, He breathes again into the ashes.
A day is coming yes, it surely is
when every hidden thing will rise.
All that was whispered in dark corners
will stand naked before the morning.
And on that day,
the strength we bragged about will vanish.
No allies. No shields. No escape.
Only truth, and the Giver of it.
The clouds pour because He commands.
The earth splits with green because He speaks.
His words are not riddles;
they don’t tickle the ears or dance for applause.
No, His Word cuts clean,
straight through excuses,
past performance
into soul and marrow.
We plan.
Oh, how we plan.
Layer upon layer,
as if we hold the future in our fists.
But He plans deeper still.
Wiser. Truer. Unshakable.
We act as if we built ourselves
as if breath is owned,
as if time belongs to us.
We are foolish with our pride,
inflated with our illusion of control.
And yet
when night creeps in,
when the silence grows too loud,
and I am broken in the waiting
He comes.
He comes like dew on dry grass,
soft and sure.
He comes without an entrance,
but when He’s near,
even my bones remember Him.
He touches what I called dead
and says, “Live.”
He takes the parts of me I buried
and gives them voice.
He doesn’t rush in yelling.
No.
He sits in the corner of my grief
and just is
until I remember
that I’m not alone.
He is my defender
when my strength has run dry.
He is the arm I raise
when I have no fight left in me.
He is not a myth,
nor is He far.
He is near.
Always has been.
Especially in the midnight hour
when no one else sees me crying.
So I will wait for Him.
I will trust the One
who steps into darkness
and makes it light.
The Midnight Visitor
He is my refuge.
He is my truth.
He is my God.
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