Realms

Psalm

I will light the flame and I will be at peace at the brink of twilight

The cool of the evening will overhang the rich, flourishing field before me

I will hear the youth of my kin playing in the pasture

The smell of rosemary baked bread to hover through our open home

That the laughter that keeps us through the night may renew us into the fresh dawn

That we may go and take the field in the new day

I pray for this sunset to endure

Selah.