Vespers Prayer
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sun sits low on the horizon
dusk slowly advances
the chill of night begins to settle
all the dreams have gone to bed
I sit quiet
close by the fire
soothed by its crackling glow
warmed by the memories
that huddle ‘round me
from far into the past
they drift forward
through the years
they visit gentle
one by one
memories of those
I’ve been blessed to love
a tender tear for every one
there is a sweetness fills the air
just a touch of soft regret
my heart is full
my spirit calm
a peaceful surrender
to fate’s embrace
would this evening never end
but soon
the flames will falter
as the lingering embers die
and as the dark
blankets my chamber
I pray to be carried
away in sleep
away in sleep
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rob kistner © 2010
Lovely, Rob; lyrical and elegiac.
Beautifully peaceful and poignant, and rich with the reverie of contentment. Lovely.
Transcendent with all the colors of a sunset implied throughout. Haunting and hopeful.
Rob, I’m glad you’re back with us. I hope all is well with you.
I just loved your evening prayer, for its tranquility and the kindness that oozes through.
PS May I put my proofreader’s hat on? The its in stanza 2 doesn’t need an apostrophe.
Love,
ViV
doing the best I can at the moment Viv…
This is beautiful, reflective, and emotional. Beautiful pem.
well done….
you can link it to our potluck poetry if you wish.
have a lovely Monday.
I pray to be carried
away in sleep
Everyone would identify with this. There is a certain melancholy sweetness, a hope and an acceptance… about this prayer… one reads, then rereads…
A lovely, poignant piece indeed!
As thay say, there’s no prayer without surrender.
Nice One Shot.
Dear Rob
Beautiful picturisation of the dusk… and I enjoyed it.. ‘there is a sweetness fills the air
just a touch of soft regret’
Liked it very much…
ॠनमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
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Relatable, tender piece.
I saw the title of this, while I was reading your new year’s poem, Rob, and had to check it out. It’s a prayer in its own right and speaks loudly to someone like me, in the evening of life. Thank you.
Victoria