Twilight into Prayer
Still and peaceful as a mountain lake -
my soul at rest - my spirit waits on God
to give me strength the world again will take
in payment for allowing me to trod
another day among the frozen hearts;
like ice stones strewn about, too cold, too hard,
unaffected, unaware, as warmth departs,
leaving only chilling stares as their regard;
bleak and barren, a simple gesture would make
the tiny fissures in their hearts facade
crack wide revealing inside - bitter ache.
God. Bless the cold and lonely, who only
know the pain of empty isolation;
comfort them Father with warm elation
that streams like the glowing light of the sun
to all who find shelter through Your companion.
