At 2 a.m. our thoughts are often much heavier than our eye lids.

At 2 a.m. our souls are wide awake and our bodies long for sleep.

At 2 a.m. our prayers may seem unanswered and we start to wonder why.

At 2 a.m. our imaginations run wild as we lay there silent and still.

At 2 a.m. our loneliness seems unbearable, but trust me it is not.

At 2 a.m. our world is dark, but a beacon of hope is there.

At 2 a.m. our hope is full of craters, creating waves and turning tides.

At 2 a.m. our hope is sometimes just a sliver yet other times it is full.

At 2 a.m. our minds are becoming rampant and the loneliness will set in soon.

At 2 a.m. our hope is the moon.