Monday, July 16, 2012

Winter poem

There should be a prayer for evenings.

A prayer to put alarming blackbirds

To sleep gently

With the charm of woodsmoke.


A prayer for the shops to stay open a little longer –

And the heart, too, long enough for morning.


A prayer for the small flame of company –

Or at least the company of a small flame.


And if you do have to go gently,

A prayer to show you how

To go wideawake,

And thinking and thanking.




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