But, did you see the moonflowers in the nighttime hour? I saw them last night, opening as the evening moved towards sunset.
The little goat herd browsed by and plucked a few of the milky blooms right off as I regarded them, as if they hadn't noticed they would be delicious before. All draped in a tangle along the strawberry patch, I hadn't noticed how delicious it was to see them there before--- as a flower for the night, the darkest hour.
Last night I dreampt I woke up afraid, but not really afraid, I was remembering how it was when I was a child. I went to turn on the lights and no light came. I ran to my sister's room and couldn't wake her, so I went upstairs to my mother's room where she lay silent with Dad, all safe and secure in there. I called in my 10 year old voice as if I was not 50 years old anymore, "Mom, mom!" And Mom left Dad's side, came to me in nightgown beauty, she made a place in another room and on another bed for me and her. As I watched her make it ready, I knew I would sleep sound with her laying beside me.
A white bloom for the nighttime hour--a comfort under the canopy of shadow. Who will see this loveliness? --anyone awake in the night.... anyone who "calls out" will see it there waiting silent, beautiful like mother in gown coming to comfort the child awake in the dark.
Call to Me, and I will answer you. I will tell you of great things, things beyond what you can imagine, things you could never have known. Jeremiah 33:3