At the End of the Day

'Twas the end of the day and all through the home,

Not a creature was stirring as momma at last sits alone. 

All the lights were shut off and blankets tucked tight;

A prayer softly breathed all would sleep till morning bright.

Momma sits in her chair thanking God for the day.

She can see him at work in big and small ways. 

It is here in the meeting of a woman and her Father

That one can see clearly the things that really matter.

At the end of it all when all is said and done,

There is rest in God's promises, the battle's already won. 

There is no need for worry, for anxieties and fear

Jesus overwhelms the heart, he holds his children near.

Tomorrow will soon come with its joys and trials anew

Laundry, meals and dishes, little hearts to tend to.

So before the last head hits the pillow for needed sleep

Momma prays over her home, a cry from someplace deep:

Lord, let love fill this home, a safe haven for rest. 

May all who come in, leave abundantly blessed.

May each day we come to know you more fully,

Trust you, listen to you, abide in you gladly. 

Now off to bed she goes, shutting off the last light.

Sweet dreams to all and to all a good night.

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Writer’s Note:

To be read in the same rhythm of “Twas the Night Before Christmas”. 

I wrote this poem in early 2020 one night as I came to the end of my day. 9 months later, the words, especially the prayer, still resonate. So often I come to the end of my day in need of a reminder that no matter what the day held, God is still in control and tomorrow is a new day.