MORE HUSHED
More hushed than usual was evening after a hectic day,
Yet it was hard to wipe all the hurry and bustle away,
Only the rustle of the new leaves whispering in the trees,
And the gentle lapping lake barely disturbed by the breeze.

We’d been too busy to see the beauty of a day in late spring.
Not even time to smell the perfume the sweet flowers did bring,
But now the healing can begin with eventide’s sweet kind kiss,
Bringing a realization of the joys through that day we did miss.

The late setting sun had spread abroad a delicate coat of pink,
As the dark blue of the lake changed and into us did sink
The beauty as in glory the dying sun slowly came to rest,
We gazed in wonder as we saw the earth at her very best.

The canopy of sky was painted by a great master’s steady hand,
If that moment could be frozen in time then to try and understand
The love and power of God in this perfect painting of great beauty,
Maybe it was a glimpse through heaven’s door that we did see.

We savoured that moment, stored it away deep in our memory,
Then we can close our eyes and once again the great vision see,
So when days are very dark and dreary and things all go wrong,
We’ll remember the doors of heaven open and sing a joyful song .

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 20 May 2004