Twilight

It is twilight...I know,
In the early morn.
When night-birds are flying,
And a new day is born.

I sit at my window,
Where the skies are but grey.
And I say...O it is,
The best time of day.

Hear...the song of the breezes,
Disturbing the bough.
And sweet tones entreating,
That we should act...now.

For now...are men's souls,
Refreshed through the night.
And his attitudes are pliable,
To reach for the right.

And now...men takes leave,
Of trouble and care.
As he talks to his God,
And kneels humbly in prayer.

O...Yes...it is twilight,
And no longer...I lay.
But I must be ready,
When night turns to day.


E.P. 1980 - 1989