A Midnight Starlite Prayer
It’s that time of day, and once again, I sit
Penning this midnight hour, while reliving it.
The dying day takes that one forgotten breath,
One last brave gasp, before its light’s laid to rest.
But at midnight’s hour, can a prayer still be heard?
Do the arms of night fondle each fervent word?
If so, dear Lord, could you do something for me?
It would mean so much, and so grateful I’d be.
Here’s my prayer; would you bless my Starlite friends?
Let inspiration flow, from each of their pens?
Lord, you know how much each poem means to me
My life is like a book of their poetry
Through each of their creations, the sun shines through
I laugh with them, cry with them, sigh with them, too
And dear Lord, if you don’t mind, just one more thing?
Could you let them know what joy each of them brings?
And now, as this midnight hour draws to a close
I’ll rest gently, this little prayer that I chose
Oh wait, one more thing, if it’s not a bother
Might I assume that there will be another?
Another day in which I’m allowed to play?
Another time to write, chance to dance, and pray?
But, oh, dear Lord, if that’s not to be Thy will,
Could you let them know, that I’m loving them still?
I would liked to have been still sharing with them,
But thus, if you call, then thus, I’ll lay down my pen
I love you, Starlite Poets
Thank you for being here for me
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