Sunday Evening Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Sunday Evening
It is getting dark but in the west the sky is pink
The setting sun is beautiful to look at
I sit outside the church waiting for someone
For whom the mass is important, a father is coming
Out with his little daughter, she couldn`t sit still
She sees the sky and asks her father why the sky is
Like this, he says something, and she giggles
It is six o`clock more people are coming out of church
A couple of beggars wait by the door
And there she is her African face smiles she wears
Bright colours as always
I start the car, and we drive home in good silence