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Written for The Writer's Cramp |
A Quiet January Night On a quiet January night, tranquility-- like the scent of new fallen snow-- embraces my soul, and arouses the desire to give thanks for the mercy the All-Glorious Creator has shown me. On a quiet January night, I open my prayer book, turn to the prayers of praise and gratitude, and intone a prayer of thanksgiving for the blessing of recognizing God's Most Ancient Name. Poet 's Note: ▶︎ |