By
Cheri Henderson
Email:
DBCCheri@aol.com
The sun
goes down
and with
it the sound
that accompanies
the day,
but I
stand quietly
in the
darkness
and the
night sounds
begin
to arise.
Crickets
chirp and locusts sing,
a bat
on the prowl, the flutter of wings;
the volume
increases
and the
cadence intensifies
as the
hour grows later.
In the
midst of the darkness,
creation
still worships its Creator.
And in
the midst of dark days,
this creation
still worships her Creator.
--Cheri
Henderson
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