Nighttime is creepy-crawler time
where fireflies blink eerily
as ghostly lanterns
the lakeshore provides silence for
a deer, this sacred realm where bullfrogs
across the calm
God's will is for those trout to
nudge against the lake surface
and to hear a loon's lingering call.
Now draped in a warm blanket by
the campfire embers my son
dreams, lights up the sky
goodnight prayers now done
he rests in comfort
against my arm, this child
a gift from my heavenly Father
and I am His little boy too.
2002-2009 Richard L. Provencher
All Rights Reserved
My wife, Esther and I really enjoy writing. It is an excellent salve, in addition to prayers, a great wife and family during my continuing recovery from a stroke/aneurysm. You can contact us at: firstname.lastname@example.org re comments on our work. We live in Truro, Nova Scotia, Canada. Pray for others.