Saturday, August 22, 2009

NIGHTFALL

Wrapped in a blanket
Of Jesus,
God's child speaks,
Hair white as desert sun,
Voice ancient beyond time
And newly born.

In the pale of the moon,
He gave you a gift
Of chaos,
You who had asked
Only
For peace.

Tears fall
As crystal fire,
And the silver air
Bathes you in prayer.

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