“…now it is evening…”,
So the evensong chant begins
Luring and lulling us into rest.
Meanwhile
The velvet night descends
And candles slowly dawn a vigil of light.
Prayers are whispered into pillows
And the day is released
Floating into the soft consolation the night brings like grandmothers arms wrapping her little ones and cuddling them to peaceful sleep.
Sleep now wherever you lie
And may the peace of the One who is peace
Descend upon you
Remain with you
And grant you sweet, deep rest.
Amen.
Reblogged this on Michael Moore's Blog and commented:
Beautiful