Stopping to pray

Photo credit: Richard F. Gaspar
Pray

~ Richard F. Gaspar

Now I lay me down to sleep,
swaddled in cotton under the moon;
the woods are lovely, dark and deep,
and my guardians nearby loom.

I pray the lord my soul to keep,
on the darkest evening of the year.

Often I wonder what he hears,
from this wandering lonely sheep.

Thy angels watch me through the night.

Keep me safe in the blue moonlight.

Now I lay me down to sleep,
but I have promises to keep.