Drinking in the evening air
The warm soft breeze nuzzling against our skin
Squirrels dance, then squirm away
Birds sing up in a tree.
The sun setting, gleams through leaves
Which sparkle so
Now here’s a peace I know
I’m in a wilderness, I'm free
No-one can see or reach me
Not humanity.
A mist rises over the glistening water
Sparkling with sunlit reflections.
Splattered clouds, the streams of light
Show me creation
God’s delight

Worn out and tired though I feel
I must go on
Don’t give up on life or love
The sun shines through gunmetal clouds
Outlining peaceful deep green trees
A comforting depth lies within
Looks so close I could reach out
I could reach out

A shimmering haze still throws silver highlights on leaves,
Now shimmer on the ground
Pale blue sky, soon deep
As the long dark lies ahead.

As I leave
As I hold a small warm hand.
Weary and jaded as I am.
I feel a glowing inside
A happy friendly little face, always with me
Looking up at me with eyes full of love.
Skipping on grass. But she
Runs to my side
When she needs somewhere to hide

The warm evening sun on our arms
Encourages us in our walk on
My walk on through life
Holding a small warm hand.

© Grace Johnson 23 May 1991


Published in Book: "The Babbling Brook" ISBN 1857314212
Published by Poetry Now 1995 © Grace Johnson 1994 listed in book