On those winter nights entitled Mornings we try to raise our minds in prayer. Our first thoughts – with or without creature comforts – do not reach far. Oh, bless us from presuming that our Reaching is enough. Light some spark to make us shine this day. If there is a path to be seen a love to be loved a suffering or forgiveness, help us to and through it One more prayer in darkness : Let us rejoice with childlike wonder in your Day. (1990s) Comments are closed.
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Poems by Janet
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