Eventide

 

Eventide 

The shadow of approaching night 

      lies soft and sinuous in the valley...

 

A new moon smiles a crooked smile

     while a single star winks a welcome...

 

Already I have forgotten the day’s disputes

      its tiny victories, its nagging concerns...

 

Peace sweeps over me like a gentle wind;

      you gather me in, Lord, and I surrender...

 

I fear not the coming darkness

     when you surround me singing love songs...

 

in the hush of the day’s ending...

     in the still of eventide.

Photo Credit: Slim Lakka - Upsplash