I am standing high above the mere edge,
pausing on my homeward path
to watch as the falling sun strikes with fire wisped fringes of cloud.
Dark banks of pines stand in unresponsive silence, with no breeze to move them.
There will be a frost tonight, and
I can feel already the ice forming in the air around me.
I have no prayer to add to this quiet evensong.
But as I wait to watch a mob of crows cross the black water
to assemble in their winter roost,
homeward bound like me,
I can hear in my heart the prophet's words:
The Lord your God is with you, and
he will take great delight in you.
Look to his protecting arm:
he will quiet you this night with his love.
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