Shadows of the Evening Steal Across the Sky


The sun was a gigantic circle of intense bright light as I walked on Old Plantersville Road tonight and the colors in the sky surrounding it took my breath away.  They were all that – and then some.  No camera this evening.  Just me and the sunset.  It’s as close as I come to a spiritual moment and not surprising that the words of a hymn I sang over and over again during my Southern Baptist days played in my head while I walked.

Now the day is over, night is drawing nigh.

Shadows of the evening steal across the sky.

Jesus, give the weary calm and sweet repose;

With thy tenderest blessing may mine eyelids close.

—-Sabine Baring-Gould, published 1865

A few raindrops fell on me as I turned toward home from the railroad track which is my usual turnaround spot.  I didn’t even care.  The colors changed quickly in the sky as the sun went down behind the trees across the pasture.  I slowed my pace to catch as many of them as I could, and the rain stopped for me so I wouldn’t have to hurry.

The day was over, and shadows of the evening stole across the sky right in front of me.  Jesus, give the weary calm and sweet repose.  My Random House Dictionary defines repose as, among other things, a dignified calmness…composure.  Yes, give the weary a sweet repose.  Let all who work hard and all who are tired of fighting the same battles or any whose pain leaves them exhausted – give them a sweet repose at the end of this day.

And may our eyelids close.

About Sheila Morris

Sheila Morris is an essayist with humorist tendencies and a passion for photojournalism. She has published four nonfiction books including two memoirs, an essay collection and a collection of her favorite blogs from I'll Call It Like I See It. She has been blogging for seven years as her alter ego, The Red Man, her rescued Welsh terrier but now is reduced to writing as herself since the Red Man left Casa de Canterbury for good in February of 2016. She is a displaced Texan living in South Carolina with her wife Teresa Williams and their dogs Spike and Charly.
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6 Responses to Shadows of the Evening Steal Across the Sky

  1. Anne Boring says:

    Thank you, Sheila. I needed that !!!!
    Love,
    Anne

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  2. Yes, me too. Thank you for that blessing of calmness – restoration of the body and soul. It’s been a day!

    Hugs,
    Ann

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  3. Thanks, Ann…your pictures from the park visit were great – I loved them.
    Love,
    Sheila

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  4. Kathryn says:

    Beautiful. I could see the sunset.

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