Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
Your Words, Your Way
At the end of the
day, your words, your way
Now healing and
sealing the wounds of your friends
Giving grace and peace
to the Vespers hour -
We open your book
and look, and read your joy
At the beginning of
night, your words, your light
Through your verse
rehearse the teachings of peace -
They are to us a healing
waterfall of dreams
And then a covering warm
with autumn-night stars
Now you sleep too; this
soft blanket is for you
For your happy dreams,
sweet and true, all night through
