Their Peace Like a Blanket

To my home, the words take me each calling by name Tearing walls from around me passion free, unrestrained Their visions at midnight have lulled me to sleep Their message when troubled my nightmare to greet Through the long and the short it’s the words once again Like the tide on the shore, they return as a friend And lately I’m hearing an echoed refrain From verses long distant offloading my pain These words that I hear more whisper than shout And what I once questioned, I no longer doubt Through my voice they’re respoken to shield me from harm Their peace like a blanket —under which I am warm (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)