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Christian Poetry


Friday, June 4, 2010

At Dusk


  • Blue dusk has come,
    Creeping o’er the hills in a hint of night.
    My lips are dumb
    To express my fear of fading light

    Yet, all is well,
    And a tranquil longing comes with the dark
    I’ve yet to tell
    Of the things I feel, the sights I see, but hark!

    I hear sweet bells,
    Tinkling softly to cheer me along the dark way,
    And their music quells
    All my fears; I know I’ll safely arrive at the dawn of day.

    M.E.V.