Wild-eyed horses

At some ungodly hour
I awaken from nightmares:
wild-eyed horses
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

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