The Evening Of The Year Poem by Richard (Narad) Eggenberger

The Evening of the Year

The brown leaves hung unwilling yet to fall
And gold chrysanthemums bloomed mid the wild drakes call
As the first snow fell in the evening of the year.

We were stunned to silence and our sorrow grew
When they brought us word that her days on earth were few
And darkness drew close in the evening of the year.

And when our tears were spent and silence reigned
We viewed our life as His alone nor deigned
To look beyond the evening of the year.

Casting out doubt we discarded the mantle of fear
Drew gratitude round calling the grace ever near
And passed beyond the evening of the year.

Now time is foreshortened and gladness telescopes
When seconds great treasures contain and the sum of our hopes
As we grow beyond the evening of the year.