October 1983

I come home, late at night

The lights are out

The doors are locked

In just a few hours the alarm will ring

Waking me up for another day’s work

Usually I’d go inside right away

But on a rare occasion, like tonight,

I’ll wait outside

To look around

And forget the bed for a time

On these nights the stars might shine

They might not

Sometimes the birds will sing

Sometimes they won’t

Quite often a dog will bark

Seldom not

The one unchanging fact

That makes these nights as one

Is that each time I reflect for a while

On how good God’s been to me

And holding this thought

I go inside

Refreshed