Prayers At Night


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

Author: Rachel McKee

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

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