Night Walk

October 30, 2014

Night Walk

A wondrous silent night—

The country type,

Far from the city noise

With all its hype.

I walk alone tonight;

I’m not afraid.

This is the lane down which

I’ve often prayed.

I spent my childhood here

Each summertime.

We settled here the year

‘Fore I turned nine.

I said my love for this

Would ne’er be strong,

But those were childish words

And I was wrong.

The night air woos my heart,

Turns it to God.

Part of me now: the woods,

The cows, the sod.

A chill comes over me;

I rub my arms

(It is the thrilling type,

No thing alarms).

My feet make gravel crunch.

The crickets sing.

A lark comes whistling by,

An airborne thing.

I turn my steps toward home;

The lights are on.

My family’s all inside;

I start to run.

I stop and glimpse the moon

And lift my thanks

To God Who gives it all,

This blesséd place.