Prayers At Night

River

The moon paints a silver path

along the river that sings hymns to my heart.

Following the path with my eyes,

my sinful soul could never walk on water.

I gaze at the holy trail that divides

an army of dark giants,

guarding the snow-capped temple.

On a pew of river rock, I fall to my knees.

 

 

Rachel McKee

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Author: Rachel McKee

Currently writing a YA novel. I love reading about everything, truly I'm not a book snob. Lately I have been "reading" a lot of picture books to my baby boy. In my past life before motherhood, I was a professional technical editor and writer.

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