The Middle of the Night

Sometimes in the waning light

I stay up to the middle of the night

Like an owl who is nocturnal

I contemplate hell’s inferno

Sometimes when the stars are bright

I stay up afflicted with fright

Like a hamster on his wheel

I remember the gospels’ spiel

Sometimes in the middle of the night

I say the rosary and tell God my plight

Sometimes when I fall asleep

My guardian angel finishes for me

No topic is too small or trite

For prayer and reflection in the middle of the night

 

 

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