Crawl Space for Prayer by Quinn Vokes Moonlight bounces off the Shadows and corners of the tiny crawl space for prayer Hold your rosaries high, you band of Angels three No artificial light to be had and the man is going blind from faith Again The world is lost and needs a guide the Bible’s truth has lost its footing All kidding aside the child kneels and cries at the cords of Sheol surrounding him Bow your head in silent prayer, to whatever God you wish – just tell him I sent you there The Rabbi is motionless in the corner with the moonlight, and rebukes the demons that dare enter Stand up tall and do not hide, you Soldiers for the Lord Three stories of sadness, different though they seem, all come here to the crawl space for prayer to save – (Maybe more than just themselves this time) Hold your rosaries high, You band of Angels three Arm in arm with the daybreak leaking onto their ashen faces, they emerge anew and alone no more For we are not children of the darkness but of the Light, and in the Light we shall truly be free. 08/26/2004 Author's Note: *Came to me as I was trying to sleep, after praying long and hard for a close friend of mine. The conclusion? One cannot march alone in the invisible battle. They need friends to help them adjust their armor from time to time. Posted on 08/26/2004 Copyright © 2024 Quinn Vokes Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Jean Mollett on 02/10/05 at 04:12 AM Hi Quinn, God one. That's right. With our Lord at our side and friends too. We have already got ourselves armed very well for a battle and you can't have to many friends. Posted by Jean Mollett on 02/10/05 at 04:14 AM Sorry, that's suppose to be. Good one. I didn't catch it in time. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)