In the early evening darkness there is no sound-
No music either-
Silence is a kind of waiting for another distance,
And all the distances in me have heard themselves before -
Life goes on,
And there are happy times-
Light comes and goes,
Days falter and disappear-
It is evening now
And soon time for the evening prayer-
May I pray it with all my soul
As I try to give these words to you.
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