A Prayer
As I lie in bed,Flat on my back;There passes across my ceilingAn endless panorama of things—Quick steps of gay-voiced children,Adolescence in its wondering silences,Maid and man on moonlit summer's eve,Women in the holy glow of Motherhood,Old men gazing silently thru the twilightInto the beyond.O God, give me words to make my dream-children live.
