Heaven’s Prayer

Look with longing, my lovely one, to the light that lingers,

Even as the dimming day dips low

And the want of winter whelms your heart and half the world

With ice-rimed indifference to the debt owed by new life to the dying.

Listen, my lonely one, to the song within the silence,

Trumpeting from the centre of the truth of things,

That brings news of victory to the bruised and the battle-scarred,

Winging words of comfort to the disconsolate wanderer.

Draw near, my darkened one, to the hearth-fire’s heat,

To the warmth for which winter was made,

Casting to the crackle of the kindled might of mercy

The hard frost of hidden fear and lifeless love

Which keeps your spirit from turning toward the tenderness of spring.

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