ฟังเพลงEvensong

Evensong

The day is over

And still so heavy on the mind:

In flew glowing smiling Mother butterfly

In yellow

To join the frowning cactus crowd

Finding flowers - even there - to flutter round

I thought Isn't Mother grand

The way she flies and flies

Into the sting of the cold

And the prick of the barbed wire

Isn't mother grand

To gladly fly and swiftly fly

Into the sting of the cold

And the prick of the barbed wire

The day is over

And still goes passing through the mind:

In came glowing smiling Mother sure and kind

To rouse us

To give ourselves out and to cry

Birth to warm intentions worthless otherwise

Oh the lives that brush against us

Pass us by and by

The friends who may or may not come

If we would first invite

Oh to open doors

To always gladly fly and fly

Into the sting of the cold

And the prick of the barded wire