Their Peace Like A Blanket

To my home, the words take me

 each calling by name

 

Tearing walls from around me

 passion free, unrestrained

 

Their visions at midnight

 have lulled me to sleep

 

Their message when troubled

 my nightmare to greet

 

Through the long and the short

 it’s the words once again

 

Like the tide on the shore,

 they return as a friend

 

And lately I’m hearing

 an echoed refrain

 

From verses long distant

 offloading my pain

 

These words that I hear

 more whisper than shout

 

And what I once questioned,

 I no longer doubt

 

Through my voice they’re respoken

 to shield me from harm

 

Their peace like a blanket

  —under which I am warm

 

 (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

 

 

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