Under the hush of evening,
There is a garden,
lush and dark with sleepy trees.
Birds chant vespers, their call and response
The peaceful denouement.
Listen, God is singing through the Elms, first as thunder, then as wind, then as trembling leaves and limb.
Under the hush of evening,
There is a garden,
lush and dark with sleepy trees.
Birds chant vespers, their call and response
The peaceful denouement.
💗 I’ll make a copy of this and frame it! 💗
LikeLike