Eventide

A moment frozen by fading light
Preserving a tranquil scene
Transfixing feet and heart and soul
A call to a place unseen
Where waters stilled and muted breath
Propel a spirit on
It’s pace unhurried , vague intent
With nothing to fix upon
The mind suspended, thoughts wiped clean
The eye on a land beyond
Where all is peaceful, sweet and calm
With passion a trailing frond
Ah, evening! call your children home
Deliver them healed and whole
Their lives intact, their hopes refreshed
Assured that the world is well

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