Lullaby of Life

    The twilight fades without a sound,
    as linnets flutter from the sky,
    then heaven’s gentle hand draws nigh
    to pull her evening curtain ‘round.

    At dusk, the mist begins to creep
    among all creatures in God’s care,
    to settle, like a silent prayer,
    around them, in their sheltered sleep.

    Down where the meadow-grass recedes,
    a little brook runs through the lea
    and pools up near a willow tree,
    to help sustain the tiny reeds.

    The end of day is wrapped in calm,
    as evening breathes in cool, sweet air,
    and fragrant myrtle, here and there,
    lend out their scent of healing balm,

    Until the morning’s web of gold
    is stretched and spun from hill to tree,
    and every creature wakes to see
    how nature's ministries unfold.

    May Father of the earth and sky,
    who lends and helps in subtle ways,
    throughout our round of mortal days,
    assure us through life’s lullaby.