Posted at Sep 17, 2012 10:51 am
It’s been kind of a fun two weeks because I’m starting two new books. Last week, I worked on the first two chapters of next year’s Christmas book. Today, I began Eventide, the third book in next year’s trilogy set in Berlin, Ohio.
A few lines of poetry begin each book in the series. For Daybreak and Ray of Light, it was a stanza from Night and Day by Robert Louis Stevenson. I switched poems for Eventide, though. I found a beautiful poem by John McCrae titled, appropriately enough, Eventide.
I like it so much, I thought I’d share the whole poem for your literary pleasure. <g> What do you think?
by John McCrae
The day is past and the toilers cease;
The land grows dim ‘mid the shadows grey,
And the hearts are glad, for the dark brings peace
At the close of day.
Each weary toiler, with lingering pace,
As he homeward turns, with the long day done,
Looks out to the west, with the light on his face
Of the setting sun.
Yet some see not (with their sin-dimmed eyes)
The promise of rest in the fading light;
But the clouds loom dark in the angry skies
At the fall of night.
And some see only a golden sky
Where the elms their welcoming arms stretch wide
To the calling rooks, as they homeward fly
At the eventide.
It speaks of peace that comes after strife,
Of the rest He sends to the hearts He tried,
Of the calm that follows the stormiest life–
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