As the Sun Goes Down
by Tom King
As the stillness falls upon the evening
The sun going down, the wind whispers,
Singing airy hymns up high among the branches'
Gentle percussion attending Friday vespers.
The Earth seems to settle down to rest,
And nature slows its pace; dismissing all that's pressing
I can feel the planet exhale, a long slow breath,
And opens wide its arms to welcome Sabbath's blessing.
The fading light, enfolds and gradually
The night arises, wraps the world, mutes creation.
And the holy day begins, by hushing children of the Earth
To rest, to share His gifted, the spirit's liberation.
© 2022 by Tom King
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