Evening Prayer, 2021

by Vern Loomis / October 31st, 2021

 

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I’m woke,
I pray the Lord my soul has hope.
And when there comes a new woke trope,
I pray: Oh Lord, please help me cope!

Amen.

Vern Loomis lives in the Detroit area and occasionally likes to comment on news and events that interest him in whatever capacity available. Besides Dissident Voice, his other musings can be found at Transcend Media Service, ZNetwork, CounterPunch, The Humanist, and The Apathetic Agnostic. Read other articles by Vern.

This article was posted on Sunday, October 31st, 2021 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.