When the bough breaks- to the tune of ‘Rockabye Baby’

For my son’s Guardian Angel   Make a rope swing, I thought, for my son: Fill sunny days with pendular fun, Thank God and all angels I tested the bough: To see if rough usage its strength would allow.   For down the bough came, my shoulders were struck: Although my blood flowed, I hold … More When the bough breaks- to the tune of ‘Rockabye Baby’


  At times I seek, sometimes I search: When prone in bed, or knelt in church; I look for signs of God divine When troubled thoughts darken my time.   At other times I miss these¬†marks: In times of joy, with mind calmed, fair: And yet God speaks through light and larks Resplendent in the … More Prayerborne