What quiet mystery lingers as evening falls
And my gaze across the river
Is lifted from the tranquil setting
Of boats causing a drift in the still water
To the continuation of sky;
Not yet darkened and coloured only with shades of light
As the sun falls behind the far western hills.
Its reflection still captive in the Eastern sky.
The world so still.
One, then two stars appear
In the vast canopy
And a lone canescent cloud
Dies to a half moon.
Yet even as I watch,
Night replaces day
And all living things reach in glory to God
Their creator who controls the universe.
© Helen Catherine Cramer