Alone in the darkness she sits
engulfed in fear, pain and shame
Her young spirit 
budgeoned beyond recognition.
Drawing her legs up
she wraps her arms around them
in an effort to comfort herself
she begins to pray
she sways into the pain,

rocking
                           rocking
                                                     rocking

                 to
and
                 fro
 

rock

rock-a-bye

rock-a-bye baby,

rock

rock of ages

rock of ages cleft for me...

She prays:

“Yea though I walk through the valley
of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil:
for thou art with me;...

And the blood flows freely.

She calls out into the darkness his name,

O God....

Alone in the darkness she sits,
the darkness that now brings comfort
in the form of sleep.

At least he answered that prayer.
 

©P D Hemrick 
aka Windfield