Poem: “In Evening’s Peace”

In Evening’s Peace

Blue twilight soft as angels’ wings
Has swept old Winter’s sky,
Where icy winds slipped through the trees
And sought the mountains high.
From one small home, one shining light
Illuminates the snow,
Where burns the warmth of love and fire,
As evening’s shadows grow.
The smoke ascends the silvered sky,
A pure and silent prayer
That begs the holy grace of God
On all assembled there.
And peace, sweet peace –
Oh, blessed peace –
It’s you that here we find,
Upon the land, upon the house,
Upon the heart and mind!

Kate Watkins Furman

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Katie Furman loves nature, especially wolves. Her website is Furmancity.com