Evening

This was written during one of my reflective walks after my mom died in 1984.

EVENING
8-2-84

If morning is the birth of a new day
Then evening is death, some would say
But look to the heavens at that time
There's a song, with lyrics so sublime.

The golden shepherd calls His sheep to the west
The fluffy white sheep follow to their place of rest
All is settled, peaceful, still
The sky lives an after-life, star-filled

God made evening to complete the day
That we may see our work and pray
Thanking Him for the chance to rest
That we may face tomorrow at our best

For those who push
The day is rushed
And gone before they know
They're always too busy fleeing
Self-focused and unseeing
The Lord's most awesome show.