silence and presence

Its night, the day has gone. The day has changed from its all familiar tone. As I lie here and wait for its return alone, I ponder presence. I ponder my presence in silence. The silence takes over and envelops my soul. How long will I be here and when will I rest? The answer Iies in silence and presence at last. No more striving for this remains a remnant of rites, but no more striving for me cause its night.