An ode to the space between. When darkness nears and embers die, the wind in trees a distant sigh, the end of day like a lover’s voice nearby. The night draws close, a fond embrace; the heart then slows its frantic pace, and fear drifts off as a calm breath takes its place. The cradle …
That time I kept forgetting to sing. Stillness reigns, the winds are sleeping. All the world is bent on keeping tryst with night, whose wings are sweeping from the west each ray of light. Dusk, a soft and silken cover, over all is seen to hover in its readiness to cover all the drowsy world, …
Wherein I fangirl a bit over a 19th century Unitarian minister and poet. Again, as evening’s shadow falls, we gather in these hallowed walls; and vesper hymn and vesper prayer rise mingling on the holy air. May struggling hearts that seek release here find the rest of God’s own peace: and, strengthened here by hymn and …
More signs of life returning? Now on land and sea descending, brings the night its peace profound; let our vesper hymn be blending with the holy calm around. (Chorus) Jubilate! Jubilate! Jubilate! Amen. Jubilate! Jubilate! Jubilate! Amen. Soon as dies the sunset glory, stars of heav’n shine out above, telling still the ancient story — …