On my bed at night.
I sought him whom my soul loves.
Endlessly praying, seeking the light.
Dead end thinking in droves.

I sought him whom my soul loves.
I sought him but found him not.
Thought racing , seeking celestial doves.
Trying to untie the doubting knot.

We are praying.
And we are seeking.
Meditating.
Partly understanding.

Yet still in our heart we know he is thinking.
Caring and listening.

…….

On our bed at night
We seek him whom our soul loves
We pray he’s listening

….  …

See Song of Solomon 3 : 1-4