EVENING HUSH
by Robert Trabold
Gentle summer air – comfortable
not hot – colors tone down –
sunshine has gone – I hear
the final chirps of the birds in the trees.
Like a cat walking on freshly cut grass –
stillness descends on all –
no wind to disturb the calm.
It was a long day – too many chores –
aching feet – e-mails – telephone calls
decisions to be made.
Welcome relief to sit in the quiet!
I let it roll over my whole body –
deep sedative –
calm takes me over – even my
feet do not ache so much.
I look forward to this hour –
time for a visit.
Garden’s hush opens up
an abyss at my center – still point.
Someone touches me – mystery – otherness.
No words are spoken – silence
is the language of God –
silence – calm – hushed garden –
usher me into a presence –
presence of my Beloved.
Let me rest in this quiet –
visit – gift – that puts a beautiful
end to a hectic day.
Someone is with me – that is all that matters!
Tags: contemplative, poem
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