In moments of laughter, we ran out to see
 Like children wondering all that might be
Hiding in secret down under old logs
In treetops or ponds where we used to catch frogs

And when day was done, our dads started calling
“Come in for the night, for the darkness is falling!”
We came traipsing home telling all we had done
Our adventures with spiders and races we won

And mom in the doorway would patiently listen
Then say, “Go scrub those hands till I see them glisten!” 
And Dad picked us up to come sit in His chair
For that time which was best was our moment in prayer

Moments of Laughter
by Peter Caligiuri
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