That night,
Thick and heavy.
The moon shone so brightly
It was almost as if
The dreams of those slumbering
Had slipped out their windows
To dance in the spring air.
I was up in bed
Calm, relaxed,
But awake.
I thought of the live I’d lived,
Of the past I’d survived,
Of the future I hoped for.
I thanked Christ
For helping me find Him,
His Peace, His Love,
Which blanketed me now.
And I thought of my mother
Her sorrow,
Her fear, her hatred and anger.
I thought of her denial of You.
I thought of my father,
Of his families gone,
Of his fights,
Of his fists,
Of his resentment of You.
And I prayed, Father,
For help
For light in their lives
As the fog set in
That night.
Age 17