A Miners Prayer

If you could trap a sound,

in the heart of Mother Earth

from the cool, depths underground



What would that sound be?

A laugh, a whisper, a spoken last word

a gasp, a supplication, a plea



If you could trap a vision by the eye, seen

would you espy the grasp of comfort

from one man to the other,

brothers in their faith . . . freed



If you could dispel the darkness, with a flame

Or feel inspiration ignited, by a prayer

You would have seen the angels that came

and moved amongst the men down there



Men of the Heartland

Miners of our Earth

Beckoned to His Homeland

Men of family--Men of worth!















Extolled in the human heart

is our connection with the Creator

like a star in the firmament, bright



And to the Heavens above we lift

our eyes through the darkness

until we connect with the Light