Silent,
slow, the thoughts at evening go
Unannounced
through the remains of the day
Searching
for untucked pieces lying low
In hope of
blanketing softly, putting away
All wildness
and leftover fears
As night
falls and dreams draw near.
Lord, go
with me and let your beauty
Snuff out
all drab or barren ideals
Birthing
loveliness on duty
Done in
midst of things that steal
Bits of joy
when heart and mind bend
With clouded
view of my life’s end.
Bathe these
reflections in true prayer,
The kind that
softens me to receive Love
From the one
Friend who quietly shares
Wordless
bonding and takes hold of
Who I am,
enlarging smallness into light
Glowing
softly, peaceful against the night.
And let the beauty of the
Lord our God be upon us.
Psalm 90:17
from my archives . . . © 2012 Nancy
Gerst
Photo credits: Two farm with silo photos from my collection at my parent's home. Mountains photos courtesy of my brother, Jerry Begly. Taken in Marble Colorado.
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