The Drive Home
Weary minds, and tired bones
In the wee night hours, as the radio drones on...
When all the world seems fast asleep
Satisfaction looms .... for at last, we are almost home...
Our car appears, to drive itself
As if it knows the way by heart
And soon we've reached the edge of town
I noticed there, among the trees
One lonesome house that sheds a light
It sits beside the empty highway
This lonely stretch, I've seen before
But never has it looked so glum as now
In the great dark night,
In the blackest part of the winter's hour
that comes before the dawn:
One yellow glow upstairs:
one in the kitchen below
What takes them from their sleep?
And pondering do my worries... creep...
We do not know whether a woman's hands
Soothes a sickly brow, or comforts a child
But I say a prayer, and though I will never know,
If a life is moved easier for my words...or her worries
Grow lighter by my talk with God...
I believe it will be so.....
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