When Sunsets Rest on the Breast of Humanity

Prayers fold their Wings and sigh silently... 

as Apricot and Golden shades become a Curtain  

that closes and becomes Embers of Deeds and Creeds... 

The Evening Star keeps Vigil as Eagles nest in Reverence 

for Mankind on Clouds of Destiny where Countries compose 

the Music of the Night that inspires the Rising of the Sun... 

 

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

beautiful words and colors as usual Pat, and a lovely time to pray for peace in this chaotic world....that evening star watches over us and all the creatures you mention in a very serene poem...those songbirds of night inspire the dawn to embrace all of us....
Warmly, B

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Betty… the Artists and Musicians will orchestrate a Symphony in Melodies of Reconciliation where the Spirit of the People will compose the 🎶 Music of the Night when the Moon shines ever so Bright. Prayers and 💗 Love.. Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

Same to you dear Pat!
Warmly. B

[Papaya]

Beautiful and serene. I really like the imagery you use to illustrate twilight's transition and the rising of dawn. Nice use of colours

[mou]

Your words have a soothing effect. A beautiful allegory. It is a kind of poetry that I'd like to read silently at me time!
-mou

[Einstein Noodle]

your poem creates a serene picture and calming heart for me, Ms. Pat ... i especially appreciate the Apricot/Golden curtains .. beautiful!
E.

[Sami Khalil]

Whoeeee! A most majestic declaration of humanity and its travails, its hopes and aspirations. You are inspiring us to be better, to embrace reverence for innocent lives lost, to soar like Eagles.
Thank you for raising your voice.

[andrew mitchell]

Lovely poem Pat but I do think man has more of a Move over approach. Has man lost his humanity I wonder.

[Chris Shaw]

Sunrise is full of promise for the new day. We need new days with new thinking Sadly peace is far from the minds of a few, who make hell on earth for many. Hoping for miracles dear Pat. Thank you for your poetic soul.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Chris… if only we could put these Immigrants to Work on a Farm and build their homes 🏡 and schools with Farms and Cows and Chickens before Rich Foreigners Buy our Land… that could be one aspect of a Miracle; however, our Leaders cannot manage to be Practical.. they only know how to spend Money to win Elections and pay for Wars. sadly, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

We have exactly the same problems on this side of the pond. Seems like a virus:(

[Neville]

as refreshing as a breath of fresh air just before setting off for work on a cold crisp mane .. and oh' so slowly .. Neville

[Patricia Wedel]

Neville my Dear… do you gallop to Work on the Mane of a Horse? Or does Mane mean Morning… You are a Gentleman and a Scholar… Amen… Pat 🔰

[Neville]

mane does mean morning its polar opposite being nocte .. do you mean amen or our men .. sheepishly .. Neville

[Patricia Wedel]

I just learned that Nocte is a Hypnotic that effects part of the Brain before Surgery… also. Dr. Neville … Nurse Pat

[Dave Brown]

nicely done again Pat
I hope mankind clues in before there is no one to enjoy the rising sun
Here, it is cold, cold these days with winter having its way
Hope all goes well

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Dave… we are on the same page this Morning … perhaps almost four inches of Snow will be a Symbol of a fresh start. The Politics in Idaho seems like a Chess ♟️ Game. .. waiting for Checkmate… wish I knew what to think.. it would take Manna from Heaven to solve this puzzle. With Prayers … Pat

[Dave Brown]

yes I hope this does not start a president

[Patricia Wedel]

How soon we forget that so many cross the Border without accounting .... are given the "Right to Vote" status and will of course Vote for the Party that gives them free lodging and food, along with free education and free Healthcare ... using "our Tax Money".

[John the Baptist]

I have read some bitter works tonight. Your peaceful poem of hope provided a respite. Thanks

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John… it is a Gift to
Know that my Poem made you feel Hopeful. Softly, Pat