Chapel

Chapel

Three in the morning,
The world is asleep.
I feel my skin warming.
The snow falling in a wide sweep.

This night, O so silent
Seems to lift my prayers
To the sky that is vibrant.
With peace come no nightmares.

The world is at rest.
We watch over the tired.
For they will nest
As dreams are transpired.

My breath goes out, and in.
For my God is within.

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