The evening light fades
a benediction written on the sky
Lovely fingers of hues, banded
like hands raised
Coming down in blessing
to all who stop, look
Yearn for the loving touch
of still and quiet
As the song of peepers
ends the even song chorus
Well done, well done the day
let go what is undone
Leave the troubles for morning light
lay yourself in trustful rest
It will be
what it will be
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