Poem January 13, 2025 Issue

God’s message at eventide

Barb Goodspeed Grant

Sun sinks west
at God’s behest;
as I look east,
my glorious feast
is pink—
like lemonade.

Pink sea, pink hulls,
pink sand, pink gulls,
I watch, gaze fixed,
as colors, remixed,
delight—
like a child’s smile.

This beauty at
the edge of night
hints the heart
of Soul’s pure light
is Love—
Love’s kiss before bed.

God’s all around;
let joy abound.
Our Mother, ever near,
says, “Peace, be still,
My little one—
for I am always here.”

Barb Goodspeed Grant

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