The sun is drifting from view
As shadows cast an eerie mood
Night creatures emerge to
Find the need of food.

The air is cooling to the
Feel of evening chill
And so to wait the night
For all is very still.

So then I take to rest
Where God's angels wait
To watch one's impossible dreams
That become possible by fate.

Peaceful is the enduring task
That hope will hide
The aches and pains may they
Drift while You Lord abide.

And if I wake at dawn
I will move as you will see
To make the day last as
Though it may well be.

Joyce Gale © 2009
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