In Evening's Peace
Blue twilight soft as angels' wings
Has swept old Winter's sky,
Where icy winds slipped through the trees
And sought the mountains high.
From one small home, one shining light
Illuminates the snow,
Where burns the warmth of love and fire,
As evening's shadows grow.
The smoke ascends the silvered sky,
A pure and silent prayer
That begs the holy grace of God
On all assembled there.
And peace, sweet peace - oh, blessed peace -
It's you that here we find,
Upon the land, upon the house,
Upon the heart and mind!
Kate Watkins Furman
May He grant you
joy of heart and
may peace
abide among you.
Sirach 50:23

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