The Night That Spoke Back
A Whisper in the Night
As I sat there, staring at the screen
It seems something was whispering into my heart
I paused and checked, but found nothing
I continued my way into the beauty of the night
I couldn’t hold back the tears anymore
I felt my heart was shattered.
I couldn’t continue to pretend all is well
I had to be honest and direct
Everything seemed unattractive in the night
I took a deep and long breath
Stared at my bed for a little nap
I lay down as I tried to console myself.
For a while, I lay down with tears uncontrollably
I slept off in a bid to forget how the night had been
Then the little whisper came
I felt it. It woke me up
I looked around and saw no one
But there was the invisible YOU.
Little did I know you were calling for me
You missed our dinner night, and you wanted us back
I couldn’t feel any love as that
I stood up to entertain you
But you only reminded me how you delight in me
I smiled back, knowing you’d soothingly comforted me.
This poem was born out of a deeply vulnerable night. I had been carrying sadness for a while, pretending everything was fine when I knew it wasn’t really. I returned from church that evening and decided to watch a movie, which stirred my relationship with the Holy Spirit.
I felt the weight I had been holding in finally break. I didn’t know when tears rolled down my cheeks. Honestly, I couldn’t hold back the tears, but I allowed myself to cry for a while.
I decided to sleep; I wasn’t in the mood to read my Bible that night. I went to bed hoping to wake up later at midnight to pray. I hadn’t slept for long when I felt a gentle, quiet whisper in my heart. And I woke up.
I looked around me, no physical voice, and I realised it was God reaching out to me. In that moment, I realized He was with me. He wasn’t distant from me, my pain, but was present. It reminded me of Psalm 46:1, “God is my refuge and strength. An ever-present help in times of trouble.”
God was calling me back into fellowship, as if he had missed our time together. As soon as I responded, my heaviness was lifted. Even though He didn’t change my circumstances at that point, He comforted me and reminded me that He delights in me.
I drew closer to God, and the encounter that came after was peaceful. It was reassurance, and it made me realise that what I wanted that night wasn't just answers but His presence, and yes, He gave me that freely.
That’s why this poem was written, as it captures the journey from my silent pain and honesty before God to receiving comfort and joy, especially when I responded to Him.
Images are mine
This post was published at 1:11 am today.
