Blessing

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