If This is Fallen Creation, What Must Heaven Be Like?

Evensong

(excerpted from "An Alien at St Wilfred's", Adrian Plass)

Evensong, twilight tune

Sad goodbyes, see you soon

Every night seems so long

I want to hear your evensong.

Autumn days, ice-cream air

Summer's gone, a failed prayer

Lines of grey in auburn hair

Faded pictures, leave them there.

Seaside town, winter's day

Empty streets, cold and grey

Waves of comfort blown to spray

Who will hear me when I pray?

All my life, waiting for

Knowing you, being sure

Tiny glimpses through the door

Shining moments shine no more.

Evensong, twilight tune

Sad goodbyes, see you soon

Every night seems so long

I want to hear your evensong.