Evening creeps, almost unseen,
into the room,
today’s triumphs soften
and its brilliance cools

It’s  been an unassuming day,
but graced with a sense of rightness,
bathed in holy light,
rinsed in the comfort
of dawning goodness,
everything as it belongs

People come back from their festivals
where they went, hoping to be changed,
and maybe they are,
and maybe from here
we’ll amazingly
find ourselves uniting
in the dignity of every blessed day.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 25, 2017