Evening Prayer
sun sits low on the horizon
dusk slowly advances
the breath of night begins to stir
all the daydreams are gone to bed
I sit quiet
on my ole bench
soothed by the cool breeze
warmed by the memories
that huddle ’round me
from far into the past
they drift
forward through the years
they visit gently
one by one
memories of those
I’ve been well to know
those I’ve been blessed to love
those that have got beyond
a tender tear for every one
a sweetness fills the air
just a touch of soft regret
my heart is full
my spirit calm
I surrender
to fate’s embrace
would this evening never end
but soon
the lingering day
will bow its head
twilight too will fade
as the waxing night
blankets my repose
I fall still
and pray
pray
when soon carried away
it be in deep
peaceful sleep
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rob kistner © 2012