Evening

It comes to the end of the day
The deep quiet, the pinpricks
of clear light in a crisp night sky
beckoning us to hush and still
entering into the chapel of the
heart where we dwell in our
innermost self, the jewel of
treasures hidden in the depths
are delved into because the
night turns us inward as the
dark shuts out the distractions
of sight and brings us to the inner
places we can't see in light
we can rest and commune
or let our fears overcome us
and drown out this time with
light, drowning out our divine
connection in the noise of
light flooding our eyes, but
if we choose to face our deepest
self we may find rest and the
sacred seed of the image of
God planted within