Saturday, January 3, 2009


Gloaming time of day or night,
a gentle rising up, a quiet laying down.
A time of peace to be sweetly found
between the silent silhouette and shadow light,
of the tender embrace of Father Day and Mother Night.

Held, just so...within their dream,
I am renewed to life again,
bountiful goodness for me to twin.
Soul light, burn bright, spirit fires gleam
for I am a strand, and a part of the dream.

Come! Join the gloaming at the edge of day,
be wrapped in its soft velvet embrace,
which gives depth and strength to the race.
For now, breath deep, be still, let peace hold sway,
and bask in the arms of Mother Night and Father Day.

Linda McGeary
(c) 12.7.98

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