Sometimes I want to be alone and listening
to gardens by the church
singing in yellow their tenor notes
and dotted with pink the sweet sopranos,
hymns on the evening air
calling in colours
against that great organ
thrumming in the background,
that rolling sea.
The birds getting ready for bed
chatter like children
as the wind whispers
a light-hearted prayer of its own.
The sun near its setting brightens the clouds
with a silvery edging
ahead of advancing rain.
And what are their prayers and chants,
these elements of God's kingdom?
They are thanks, they are thanks,
they are joyous thanks,
the carols of Life raising up
ecstatic voice at the end
of another living day.
Thanks for the day, the living,
the colours and songs, and now,
thanks for Your night
and the rest.
© Rosemary Nissen-Wade 2008
Note: This is my contribution to the forthcoming WordsFlow zine on the theme of Thank You.
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