Let the Night Shelter Me

Some nights don’t end with answers. Some prayers are whispered between the beats of a panicked heart. Some light isn’t radiant or healing or clear. Some light just… stays.

This song was born from a night like that.

I had a panic attack that landed me in the back of an ambulance. The lights were flashing, but everything felt dark. Machines beeped. People moved. I felt lost inside my own body. But even in that unraveling, I wasn’t alone. There was something still present. Not loud. Not fixing. Just staying.

The whisper of light didn’t run.

This song is a prayer for all who find themselves in the dark: in grief, in panic, in uncertainty. It's for anyone who's ever cried out for God and heard no answer, only the hum of machines and the sound of their own breath.

Stillness isn’t always peaceful. Sometimes it feels like surrender. But there is grace in it. There is presence in it. There is an ember glowing quietly in the corner of the room.

This is my prayer in the night: O Lord—it is night. Let the night shelter me.

Recently I started a new artist collective called “Threadbare Creative.” You can find it at www.threadbarecreative.com and on instagram at threadbare_creative. Each week I post a “threadbare prompt” to spark the creative process for artists across media. This week the prompt is, “Where the light got in.” This is my response:

[VERSE 1]

Thin like a razor, a whisper of light
Hidden away in the noise of the night
Not warm, bright, or blinding—the darkness remained
But the whisper of light didn't run, no it stayed

It stayed through my panic and fighting to breathe
It stayed through my prayers and my desperate pleas
It stayed when nothing about me felt right
Thin like a razor, a whisper of light

[VERSE 2]

The glow of an ember shone faint like the moon
On the ambulance ride, and emergency room
While machines hummed their monotone hymns in my ear
The ember kept vigil, held space for my fear

It stayed through my head spinning out of control
It stayed through my sweating and shivering cold
It stayed when I cursed and I cried out for you
The glow of an ember shone faint like the moon

[TURN]

O Lord—it is night, and the night is for stillness.
But the weapons and wounds still hold power against us.
Let me rest, help me breathe, find some peace in the dark—
Where the light still breaks through with the tiniest spark.
Help me to trust what I cannot yet see—

O Lord, it is night. Let the night shelter me.

Just words so far. No melody, but maybe it will evolve into a song.