A poem
Being the creative poet type I am, here’s another poem:
The Evening.
The evening has drawn in
the light has faded
from the earth.
With the fading of light
comes coolness of night
to accompany dark.
Darkness now surrounds me
in full embrace, to give
me no vision.
Light is my only source
a constant reminder of what
my life really means.
In the light I fully see
what I am meant to be, a
disciple of the Word.