On A Cold Tennessee Night

A hoot owl woke me up in the dark this morning.  It made me think of this song.  Later, in the same dark, I listened to another song, I wept, raised my tired arms just awake, and praised my Father.  Just now, I wandered back to a pool in the mountains of Appalachia, where I guarded lives in the warm summer of a Glade during thoughts of a cold Tennessee night.