Reflections On A Virginia Summer Night

At he entrance of evening,

The melting sun slowly dips

Behind the tree tops---reflecting

The horizon---beckoning the moon

To peak through the opaque shades

As lazy winds play tag with the heated night.

The staccato symphony of horny crickets

Pervade the scene---

Piercing the stoical still silence

With their magnetic melodic sounds.

Sleep---that stranger of the day---comes calling

And none can ignore making her acquaintance.

Unable to compete, I slip into oncoming dreams:

Not knowing if I shall greet tomorrow---here.

Yet, I’m consoled---knowing God willing

And the creek don’t rise on this side,

Maybe…just maybe, I’ll rise to fight another day!

So in the heat of this world’s night,

I chant all praises to Him---

Praying my childhood prayer:

Now I lay me down to sleep;

I pray the Lord my soul to keep.

If I should die before I wake,

I pray the Lord my soul to take.