At some ungodly hour
I awaken from nightmares:
tear through moonlit fields.
A whispered prayer:
care for us all, care for us all
Liturgy for fear.
In my mind, the faces of loved ones here and now, and loved ones passed away.
care for us all, Christ care for us all
We are like children,wakened by our terrors
stumbling along the dark corridor
to our sleeping parents’ room:
tugging at a sleeve
go back to bed, it’s just a dream