Twilight stalks the afternoon,
creeping cold ends day too soon;
Driven in to fire's side,
under cozy blankets hide,
Tea and conversation starts
warming hands as well as hearts;
Candles bravely, brightly burn -
silent, speak of day's return.
I pray not only for these, but also for those who believe in me through their word. May they all be one, as you, Father, are in me and ...