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.....