The night has come without the usual noise,
The girly giggles, laughter from the boys,
The occasional scream, and then a mom’s stern voice –
What sometimes bothered me, makes me rejoice…
If I could think to farthest lands and seas,
I’d see You, Painter of the skies and trees,
Reminding me of You, who beauty made,
And beauties gave for which I had not prayed.
So far away they are! But you are near
To me, to them, and, God, be near to her,
Who is my flesh and bone, who, after heaven,
Is greater than all gifts to me You’ve given.
I know Your beauty’s day, Lord, soon will come;
Until then, bring my family safely home.
