There is something soft and friendly
about the night,
a slowing,
settling,
deep drift
that creeps silently over the world
as the light folds her brightly colored fan
and fades.
Evening shadows gently wash over
grasses and gardens,
chipmunks and squirrels,
bugs and birds.
Darkness rises to the rooftops,
shoulders over the treetops
until all rests under a dome of darkness
where stars sail and the moon smiles
and the night breeze dances.
When I was young,
I was taught about heaven.
“There is no night there,” we sang,
which saddened me for years.
No night?
No beautiful, calming, restful night?
No chirp of crickets?
No whirr of night bugs?
No lovely call of a lone owl?
I am not convinced about heaven,
but I know the night.
I love the night.
There is something soft and friendly
about the night.
-kh-
Nurture peace, cultivate kindness, and carry the calm.
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