By Mack Hill
Word Count: 80
Rating: G
Summary: Prayers at the end of the day.
Dusk rises from the dark and dewy grass
And sweet bells sing to end the workman’s day,
To call the busy brothers from their tasks
To wash in haste and stand in statio
And there to wait, to hear a subtle tap
That sends them silently into the church
Across a floor swept smooth with golden light
By the husbandry of the setting sun:
The day is placed upon the Altar now
There to be blessed by gratitude and Grace