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At Night Deborah Russell
At night sometimes my
shoulders ache
a weight of
conflict near heartbreak
I think of you and those little
ones
as this world
spins round quick undone
And in the dark of
night my angel comes
to bless me with strength
to carry on
At night these
sleepless thoughts I write
to light the
candle for endless flight
I speak to God for he
is always near
to keep me safe and
taste my tear
I pray with all my soul
and might
for peace to come and set things
right
And do I care? you
should not ask
but I am just a
small and fragile flask
I hold a tiny
dram of honesty, and yet
await a grace for
truth I've not quite met
At night an awareness
has grown keen
I see what others have
not yet seen
Still I feel a pain
down to my bones
in the wage of wars and
dead unknowns
Oh God have mercy for
those that weep
in this darkness now of
endless sleep
At night I write my
poems and words
and hope that all our
pleas are heard
That to each soul
that's
crossed my path
peace will abide in
their homes at last
That bonds of war will rust
their chains
and God will bless
this universe again
03-01- 2002
This poem is
dedicated to my friend and fellow poet, Iqbal Rashid.
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