Resting

People now are resting,
Eyes have closed in sleep.
God portrayeth goodness,
The world is in his keep.

Quietly...ever quietly,
Silence skims the skies.
Moon-beams with their laces,
In their splendor rise.

Night-winds whisper softly,
Mingling in a breeze.
Him who watches at the helm,
Makes the world...at ease.

Night-birds in the distance,
Lift their wings above.
Cooing ever softly,
In their tones of love.

Resting are the people,
Chimes begin to fall.
Sleeping very peaceful,
God doth watch us all.


E.P. 1908 - 1989