Lighting Up The Night Poem by Angela Wybrow

Dusk settles
On a summer's evening;
I'm homeward bound,
But, as I wend my way
Across Pilgrim's Park,
My attention is drawn
To the local community centre,
Where, through a large,
Illuminated window,
I spy a group
Of Gospel singers
Giving praise to God;

Feeling a sense
Of fascination
At this unexpected sight,
I can't help but
Break my stride:
I stop and stare,
Watching the worshippers,
In their semi-circle,
Singing their hearts out;
Their clapping hands
Accompanying their
Spirited sing-song.

Suddenly, I discover
the catchy rhythm,
From their memorable melody,
Caught inside my own soul:
An infectious rhythm,
Which I find myself copying,
As I continue on my journey;

Their joyful sound travels
through the evening air:
Carried along by the
Almost imperceptible breeze;
Even as I turn into my road,
Leaving the park behind me,
Their sound is still
Faintly audible:
Still following me,
And filling my heart
With sheer delight.