Day's End
The day's end comes at last.
Tasks are pigeon holed in the desk of night
And weary hands fold themselves beneath the snowy sheet.
The thoughts rush back
And the prayer that came on bended knee
Is breathed again.
Peace seems to be not here.
The Writings of Zelda Lorraine Brown Kline
Edited by Owen A. Kline and Michael E. Kline. Assistant Photo Editor David O. Kline
Copyright @1999 The Kline Family Organization, Inc.
First published in the United States of America by The Kline Family Organization, Inc. 4381 West 5375 South Kearns, Utah 84118
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