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At Evensong

by Elizabeth Spencer Spragins


Softens corners of the night,

Stills my mind to meditate

And await the whispered might

Of the One

Who extinguishes the sun

With a painting in the sky.

Lullabies of love begun

Long ago

Echo in the ebb and flow

Of tidal tunes that retreat

From pleated sand by moon glow.

My torch fails.

Dark devours the altar rails,

Hides the beauty of the grace

That fills this place though faith pales.

Lamps burn bright!

You come, put despair to flight,

And your hands that hold the dove

Serve with love by candlelight.

~St. George’s Episcopal Church, Fredericksburg, Virginia

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