VespersVespers by elletrice
Alone, the floor, myself, my candles lit,
I listen to the softly waxing trill
Of grasshoppers as quietly I sit
Within the deep blue night atop our hill.
I've made myself a moment, thinking of
The prayers that might thusly be induced,
And how, my soul revealed in troubled love
To fine simplicity might be reduced.
Only now that I am quite alone,
That fine, crisp air, the quiet I adore,
The lovely things that autumn's always shown,
I find the need to cry and cringe no more.
And so the things in prayer I had sought
Prayer to me, its own sweet self, has brought.