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 are "born-again" and enjoy sharing our writing. It is a Christian Outreach for us. Our E-mail is: email@example.com. You are invited to visit our website at: www.wsprog.com/rp/. Free downloads available. We live in Truro, Nova Scotia, Canada. Please pray for one another.