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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 © 2020 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.

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