In the Twilight
In the twilight of the morning
all is quiet, dark, and still
not a creature is stirring
as if the land has had its fill.
Just waiting for the moment
when light seeps through inky sky
to whisper thanks to its Creator
for another peaceful night.
©2 November 2020
All things were made through Him, and without Him nothing was made that was made. In Him was life, and the life was the light of men. And the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it.