In the evening of the dayA Poem by ttomDeeply moved on an evening run . What an experience, thank you Lord.
In the evening of the day
In the evening of the day
as stillness settles, cloudless blue skies still shine
Cool air gathers in pockets as I run through them
In the evening, I think of the day gone by and the next to come
My body releases as time ceases to pass
The day slips away, through my arms, hands and fingers
The smell of a freshly hayed meadow permeates my being
Dark green bundles snake across the fields in shaded rows
Rejoicing in the gift of the day,
Of life
I gaze upwards
into the heavens, opening my arms in praise
Giving thanks, as I run; in the evening of the day
Is this how it was?
Somewhere east of Eden, in the garden watered by Pishon, Gihon , Tigris and Euphrates
Where gold and onyx glistened in the stream bottoms
God walked with man; in the cool of the day
Across the pristine land of Cush
Here among the deep shadows, between meadow and wood...............................
I am in his presence
In the evening of this day
© 2009 ttomAuthor's Note
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