Lawrence Hall
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Night Prayer
Tobacco smoke rises from the bowl of a pipe
Like incense or thoughts, or dreams drifting up
Into the gathering dusk, the compline hour
A liturgy at the end of the day
That celebration of needful solitude
With the philosopher’s tools of light and shade
The evening lawn, an open book unread
A dog perhaps, in somnolent repose
Surely thinking how wonderful you are -
Tranquility rises from the bowl of a pipe
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