This is in a book I got from a Lutheran church here.
At Day's Ending
The evening rays
trace the lace
of leaves against the sky.
My heart is finally stilled.
For a moment,this masterpiece
holds at bay
the worries of the day
and slows the swirl
of endless activity.
Too often too busy
to hush my heart
and hear you
in love you meet me anyway
and wrap the chapel around me--painted on holy skies.
Joan Rae Mills
Tim, *trying to be still*
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