Evening walk

I am walking beneath a high chapel canopy, 
Next to Queen Anne’s lace, 
Whose white crown bends to the coming north wind.

Sunset bestows a gilded light on ordered rows of corn,
Holding their offering close
Till the ripe day these silken fronds part
and spill their gold on the altar. 

And I am in procession toward this same mystery,
With crickets chirping a kind of gospel,
Low and sweet in the hidden leaves.

~ LG

S.D.G.

Lindsey Gallant
A northern girl living the island life. Follower of Jesus. Writer, book nerd, nature lover. Homeschool mom and Charlotte Mason enthusiast. Prefers pen and paper.

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