"Sacred Evening "

"Sacred Evening "

Greg Budig 2020

Decompressing. 

The appointed hour.

Lengthening shadows 

signal the arrival 

of twilight. 

Summers are so brief 

here in the north. 

A perfect evening is sacred. 

Above is the sky. 

A cathedral of blue.

The atmosphere radiates 

with a deep cerulean hue. 

Like the piercing eyes 

of a nordic child. 

The sky deepens as the 

sun slowly falls. 

The air itself is 

almost edible. 

Perfumed with freshness 

and summertime. 

The essence of chlorophyll,

of freshly mowed lawns. 

Of potted geraniums and 

charcoal fired grills. 

The trees are full. 

Massive green heads

of velvet thick leaves. 

They softly dance 

nature's waltz.

Trunks in deep shadows.

High above leaves ablaze. 

Catching the sun's last light. 

Your mind is deep 

in reflection.

Immersed in the 

evenings quiet prayer. 

The soul of nature 

caresses you. 

Making you complete. 

Making you whole. 

This time is truly sacred. 

A peaceful and holy state. 

Transcending the 

bonds of religion. 

This is what truly 

inspires your soul. 

Your sins are cleansed. 

The Gospel is sung by birds. 

The End