Upon a Gentle Evening

lake at sunset

Dark descends as sky extends her palms of candied pink;

Earth below reflects her glow in watercolour ink.

Flossy clouds in evening shrouds spin filaments of light;

Shadows stretch as ripples fetch the moon, and say goodnight.

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Soft-Spoken

pink sunset

Soft the vulnerable caress

Which parts Night’s lips in tender lullaby

Words pour forth, singing Day to sleep

Morning

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As dawn burns away fog,

so Your light burns me –

pride,

arrogance,

deceit,

all melt in Your gaze.

Obscurity

and Denial

are no match for Your rays;

they squirm

and justify

but are undone like morning mist.

So rise,

Morning Star,

Your radiance

is welcome

to live here,

in my dark places,

where night has reigned too long.

Rise

and shine

and

paint me daybreak,

colour me rainbow,

and call me

Morning…

A World Wrapped in Icicles

hoarfrost sunlight

A world wrapped in icicles,

doomed to dark night,

has suddenly been dazzled

by holy white light!

A Son born of Mary

and laid in the straw

has come to deliver,

to usher in thaw.

Role Reversal

Trees put on their nightgowns and nod their heads in rest;

Sleepy river slows its pace, in tranquil stillness dressed.

Sky relinquishes its light, and dons a sober air;

Clouds are wrapped in bedclothes, adopting night-time stare.

Shadows stir and start their prowl as traffic lights cast glows;

Twinkling lampposts stretch and yawn and grab their party clothes.

Moon awakes, and with a grin, takes his night-owl perch;

A role-reversal supervised by watchful eye of Church.