from the waning of rockets’ red glare;
Dogs army-crawl, dazed, from under our beds,
still in shock from bombs bursting in air;
The owl and whip-poor-will renew their song,
vesper hymns lifted God-ward once more,
That true freedom rings out in sounds of peace--
precious after the echoes of war.
This was first published at Episcopal Journal and Cafe's Speaking to the Soul on July 6, 2023.
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