Exhausted from the night, my mind unbidden remembered words from a Song, and quiet came to me as a thing that comes from somewhere never seen but always close.

I will praise you as long as I live and in your name I will lift my hands.
My soul will be satisfied as with the richest of foods;
with singing lips my mouth will praise you.

On my bed I remember you
I think of you through the watches of the night.

Because you are my help, I sing in the shadow of your wings.

My soul clings to you
your right hand upholds me.

Around 2 AM last night I fell asleep thinking about my father's voice and a golden place.