Mother’s Evening Prayer
By Nettie E. McMurtrey
With the evening shadows falling,
And birds to their mates a-calling;
Fancy takes me back to childhood,
Back to home and mother there:
All around us night is creeping,
Stars from out the sky are peeping,
Then I kneel beside my mother,
And in childish wonder listen
While she says her Danish prayer.
Though I knew not what she was saying
All the while that she was praying,
Yet I knew that she was asking
God’s kind blessings on us all.
Thanking him for mercies given,
Asking him for light from heaven
Praying that no harm or evil
On her children may befall.
Sweet and low her voice ascended
On the quiet evening air,
As I kneeled beside my mother,
And in humble silence listened
While she said her Danish prayer.
Oh, that wishes might be granted,
Like old fairy tales enchanted,
Then I’m sure one wish would take me
Back to home and mother there.
And with evening shadows creeping,
Stars from out the blue sky peeping,
I’d kneel softly down beside her,
Bow my head in humble reverence,
While in her own native language
Mother said her evening prayer.