Poem July 23, 2007 Issue

poetry landscape

with contributions from Dee Miller, Wil Meacham, Gwenn Gurnack, Maureen Blake

There's no better place
than the kitchen late at night,
my Bible on the table
in a small lamp's circle of light.

The house is still, the world asleep,
my fears fade away
as my prayers—homespun, God-sung—
travel to where you are.

With prayers all said,
I turn out the lamp and slip into bed,
knowing that God will keep you, my child,
free from harm, safe in His arms.

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