Rolling Meadows Homeowners Association

Words of Inspiration

Feb 26, 2002

A Poem for Peace

I stand and watch the golden sun slip quietly away,
The dusk falls all about me, this is the end of the day.
A tiny, rippling little stream, a wooden bridge so small.
The chant of crickets fills the air, the iris stands to tall.
This I choose, an altar Lord, a quiet place to pray.
For those we love so far away, where there's no night, no day.
Courageous men and women facing battle over there.
They strive for peace, then homeward bound. Thou knowest their despair.
The days and nights since they've been gone are long and lonely too.
You have them Lord so let them know Thine own great love from You.
I pray for their safe keeping. I ask for nothing more, but that you hear this humble prayer above your ocean's roar.
The night is come, I'll close my prayer for joyful peace again.
But thru this war, I pray Oh God, take care of them.
Amen