It was evening,
That magic, in-between time
Of the cricket,
the evening star
The song of the settling birds.
I walked out into
The last red glow of sunset-
Soft light bathing the earth.
I walked out and looked around
And there was God,
Crouching on the hilltop
And I said, .”Good evening, God.”
And God answered, “Good evening, friend.”
And I sat down on a tree root
And watched the fading red rays in the sky,
And the lightning bugs,
And I listened to the crickets.
“Sure is mighty pretty, God.
You sure fixed everything up mighty pretty.”
And God kind of smiled, crouching up there on the
Gazing off like He could see the whole Universe
with one look.
Then He looked at me
With that same kind of smile.
Then I knew.
Rest in peace with your friend God, Norma. I will miss you.