08/11/2025
Evening Prayer
~Subhadip Garai
When evening folds her hands in light,
And stars awaken, soft and white,
A hush descends - the sacred tone,
Where souls remember they're not alone.
The fading sun, a flame grown still, Surrenders softly to the will.
No loss, no end - just pure release,
As day dissolves to deeper peace.
Each breeze becomes a whispered hymn, Each shadow feels like something dim.
Yet kind, that calls the heart to rest,
To lay its burdens on the chest.
The world grows wide,
The self grows small,
And something vast unites it all.
For when the light and dark combine,
The mortal fades - the soul shines fine.
