Blessed is evening’s fall,
the heaven’s transformation,
the ever-changing seasons.

Blessed is the imperceptible movement
of one moment into the next,
notes in a seamless melody
you are composing for us
even now.

Blessed is the light that
dances through the darkness,
warming us in the radiance
of a new day returning
to greet us once more.

Blessed is the darkness
that swaddles and bathes us
in your dark beauty,
comforting us with the sweet promise
of liberation at long last.

Blessed is evening’s fall.