Little one has said her prayers
Hours ago, hours ago
But her tiny body
Tosses and turns:
Fire, did she smell fire?
Are those eyes of a monster by her curtains?
What of the witch that waits under her bed?
At college, she feels the emptiness
In her heart, like a weight
Pulling her down into the abyss
The evening minutes pass
Slowly.
What is life about, really?
What is out there for her?
What is this invisible burden she feels?
New mother in the maternity ward
Joyful - yes, because of her new son.
But, such sorrow, too.
She gazes through the hospital window
Into the night sky -
And knows the women giving birth
In Kuwait are seeing bombs in their night sky.
Everything seems foreign to her;
The evening sky is full of nightmares
And apocalyptic specters.
She lies next to her lover;
He sleeps, fitfully.
They have loved for so many years!
She is afraid to sleep -
He has had these symptoms...
If she sleeps, she may not know if there is an emergency
She might have to deal with.
She stays awake, alert.
She watches for the morning when the fears disappear,
When her sadness is but a mist.
She watches for the morning with a longing
So deep; she waits for the sun.
Even more so, she waits for the hope
That comes in the Son.
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