Poetry

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The Evening Call


I come in the evening.
The cacophony of day is gone
flown away to nest with
the creatures of the sun.

I search your heart,
I see your need of Me.
I stand and softly knock.
I do not wish to alarm you.

It is not Me who has hurt you
I cry.
Look at the Cross,
evil hurt Me too.

Open your mind,
listen for My knock.

Let Me enter,
and I shall abide with you
in this evening time.

I shall bring you peace,
and joy unspeakable,
in the evening of your life.

I know you.
Do you know Me?

By D. Dolan
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