The evening, clear and fresh,
Was giving way to coming night,
But still a fading glow
Illumined orange western sky--
A space for storing hope
Of beauty yet again at dawn.
And they were to stand every morning, thanking and praising the LORD, and likewise at evening...
--1 Chronicles 23:30
Poem and photo ©2010 James L. Swindle. Non-commercial reproduction permitted.