A chink of light from a curtained room,
When all without seems dark and drear.
An opening door with a welcoming creak
And eyes that have known no hate or fear.
A meal to share with the ones you love,
Made by hands to feed the soul
Giving strength and life and hope
Healing hearts and making whole.
And quiet words, spoken softly.
Bringing peace inviting trust.
A peace to last past understanding
When all our works have turned to dust.
The rhythmic breath of a sleeping child
Breathes a prayer to the silent night
Praising God for all Creation,
Oh! So precious in his sight.
And all the things we do for others,
A cheering smile, a friendly nod.
Brings Love itself to dwell among us
And brings us closer to our God.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Michael, I love your poetry, it really gets to me and, bang in the centre of my soul. You are a brilliant writer, and I loved this one like most of your other ones. Great! Love Ernestine XXX