The air is filled with it.
It's pulsating through the village
But past me
It's the presence of God.

The great black mass
The form of a tree
Reaches to Heaven
As the villagers sleep
In a sweet silence of happiness
A blanket of faith above them, below them
Around them now.

The great forms of the stars
Shine with the crescent moon
Lights in the evening's darkness
They are moving in harmony
Blessing the village below
All God's creation
Lying tenderly in warm beds.

I take a drag off my cigarette
It's running low
And I just now realize how cold I am
Shivering in the night.

I look to the sky
To the stars, to the moon
To God
And I cry
Alone.