In The Evening

Sitting by the soft light,

a glow reminiscent of sundown.

Soft cushion, comforts aching muscles.

The hardcover turns,

embarking on a new adventure.

Maybe a mystery.

Children play on the floor,

the wife engrossed in nimble cross stitch.

Closure of the day is a certainty.

Family relaxes away the daily troubles.

In the evening home fills with quiet peace.

A man’s castle belongs to his family.

In the evening the soul finds comfort,

the mind finds rest.

In the evening some pray,

some dialogue.

In the evening we are all thankful.


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