Shalom Freedman

Bronze Star - 2,392 Points (Troy New York)

In The Early Evening Darkness - Poem by Shalom Freedman

In the early evening darkness there is no sound-
No music either-
Silence is a kind of waiting for another distance,
And all the distances in me have heard themselves before -

Life goes on,
And there are happy times-

Light comes and goes,
Days falter and disappear-

It is evening now
And soon time for the evening prayer-

May I pray it with all my soul
As I try to give these words to you.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013


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