Finale (Poetry)

In the splendour of the sunset
the spirit wanders free
along the peaceful gleaming sand
and listens to the sea —

a rocking, rolling, gentle hymn
is rising to the sky —
a chorus of those natural sounds
when eventide draws nigh

and all is hushed in breathless awe
when hearts feel cleansed with light —
and grateful for its soothing touch
before the fall of night

and God is glimpsed upon the hills —
no other hand than his
could close a day with such a show
as glorious as this.