His words echoed with heavy tones and then just faded away. No answer.
The stillness of the night was unsettling. No crickets. No sounds of distant trains moving strongly through deserted intersections. Booming silence.
He was alone. With his thoughts. His prayers.
Then he remembered all that God had done. And it was enough.
His spirit, now lifted, fueled his rising . . . and the strength to pray, yet again.