A HANDFULL OF PSALMS

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

darkness.

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.

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