Twilight

August 5th 1:30 AM 2000 After finishing Seamus Haney's new translation, "BEOWULF"-----P.J. Hereford

TWILIGHT

When the sky-day fire
slips into earth's toothy mouth,
momentary untrue colours surround.

Day-mind work slows and
bends back to me,
threshing my thoughts.

Worry's wild wind races away
with the chaff, burnishing
the boulders of truth as they fall,
God, family, self.

The dim rays of day's end
give forgetful man a fleeting chance
to tally the time gift.

This hour's quiet stillness shouts
to all men, but few hear its whisper
above the tumult.
Seek Me, with them, for you.