Vesper

I like a land where dusk rolls free

Across unhindered hills

Where vesper-flushed tranquility

The heart’s deep hunger fills

I like a clime where green is chief

Before gold flows waist high

Where time is marked by turn of leaf

And woodland’s fading sigh

I like to lounge on banks of grass

And list to zephyrs jive

The river like a looking glass

Where swallows dip and dive

I like a land, glorious and grand

Because God made it so

And all we truly understand

Is, tis by grace we go

Tomorrow is another day

(If Time its grace imparts)

To send the travelers on their way

With hope-refurbished hearts

© Janet Martin