and so the evening
rolls upon me
closing in and
settling slow
and sinking down
and resting soft and
wrapping warm a-
round my soul I
feel as though I
shouldn’t move I
can’t explain this
comfort to the
doubting mind for
its my heart that
sits and waits and
hesitates to stir too far
from where I am and
where I rest and
where I sit and
think the best
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