A Prayer At The Close Of Day
Father Still My Soul
Help Me to move Ever So Slow
Like a Willow's Fronds
Gentled By A Dancing Breeze
Let My Mind So Be Quietened
Forgive Tasks Done In Anger or Haste
Let These Be Lessons Learned
Not Battles Strategized
My Weary Brain Wages at Night
Take My Heart to Your Meadow
Where Flowers Bloom, Nightingales Sing
Streams Sparkle as They Trickle
And Fireflies and Stars Guide My Dreams
© Milancie Adams Feb 2012
Hammock Corridors (™)
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