After Midnight
Tim Wedge

God’s work is done after midnight
Where there is no eye to see
Where there is no ear to hear
No mouth to give thanks or praise

God’s work is done with imperfect tools
It is hopelessly flawed
It is breathtakingly beautiful
Victorious in its failure

God’s work is impermanent
Eternally ephemeral
Dying when it begins
Reborn when it dies

God’s work is done after midnight
In darkness
In silence
In humility