In the Fading of the Light

Seems to me there is an hour

After day, before the night

When the world is softly cradled

In the fading of the light

Here blue-gray dons pastel pathos

And the hurried-ness of feet

Pauses ‘neath lone star pavilion

On a periwinkle street

Now the cruel care of living

Takes a tender second-place

For farewell is fondly waving

To a day of heaven-grace

And its skylight gently closes

To the deeper tones of night

Nearer to tomorrow’s roses

In the fading of the light

Here within the hush of ages

Past and present intertwine

As we sense the turn of pages

Where regret and hope align

As redemption soothes our error

We, bearers of human plight

Sense a Hand, immortal, tender

In the fading of the light

Soon the night will snuff its splendor

Ere the morrow comes to pass

As we suffer all things human

Trickling through Time’s ether glass

But, before the dark’s returning

After we have borne the fight

Of another day of learning

Comes the fading of the light

...Someday, when we reach the shoreline

Twixt Time and eternity

As we sense death’s darkness falling

Over this mortality

Then we’ll hear a kind voice calling

Drawing us from endless night

To an everlasting morning

In the fading of the light

© Janet Martin