Evening Is Falling
© 2017 Bret Hesla
1. Evening is falling like the first evening
Peeper is calling like the first frog
Praise the dark singing. Praise for the evening
Murmers go winging all through the bog.
2. Sweet resurrection compost is breaking
Like the first making of the first soil
Molding in wetness under the leaf pile
Broken completeness where She has toiled.
3. Gentle the black heart soul of the evening
Born on the wine-dark face of the deep
Hues of contentment color the midnight
All is renewed in circles of sleep.
Words and music by Bret Hesla.
© 2017 Bret Hesla. All rights reserved. Used by permission.
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This song is basically “Morning Has Broken” for the other end of the day. I keep looking for other ways to rewrite the same song: that darkness is good, death is a natural returning, there is a spirit within it all somewhere that long for.