Evening Muse

It is 9:30 P.M., I sit on my front porch step enjoying the cool stillness of the evening. The smoke rings from my fine cigar hang endlessly in the air, ever expanding into the fine threads of haze that dreams are made of.
I’m writing by the light of my kerosene lamp as I turn to spy a spider spinning its web for its evening meal. A half moon tonight, the sky glows enough to silhouette the trees and the crickets sing in fervor their last songs of summer.
How holy the evening is when all do what must be done! How blessed are we that sit outside to see and hear it all unfold! How does one communicate more intimately with God than but to enjoy what he has given us, an evening of such intense relaxation?
We have become so adept at cluttering our lives so completely that we don’t have the time to sit at our front door and enjoy the wonders that surround us. Nothing on this mortal Earth is as satisfying as finding that cricket that is drawing you away from your everyday woes, no shadow as beautiful as the silhouette of a tree against the night sky.
 – Peter Kuhn


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2 Responses to Evening Muse

  1. Barb Johnson says:

    That’s beautiful, Pete. You have a wonderful way with words. We are truly blessed, aren’t we?

  2. Deborah says:

    Might be one of your very best so far! Excellent- Thanks for sharing…

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