In soft, humble quietude of twilight
the day fades behind an altar of prayer,
there is peace in the dark path of solace
where souls sleep sweet in serenity there.
Threaded in a woven shawl of silence
celestial whispers weave ways to heal.
Compassion finds its reflection in love,
shadows soften across night skies to steal.
Dawn blossoms a bouquet for the altar,
the light of life begins to bloom anew.
Sprung from solitude and meditation
twas in those dark hours I knelt and I grew.
© Stella Armour 2017
