Evenings doors begin their closings.
A cellophane sun recedes to a round horizon
Where a faint filtering of clouds
becomes invisible as night raises the flag of
The burden of evening, being alone or without,
Welcomes the spirit of fear or doubt
Or suspicion of sounds.
But with God, the author of life and the rock
Of all ages, there is a peace beyond human understanding
Creating a sense of belonging.
The bible fills the void. The chapters sooth the soul as the
evening recovers, with a handful of Psalms.