O where is the twilight that we knew
In far off haunts of yester-year?
Still they echo to the passing storm
Or in the gloaming’s purple veil
Find a last repose.
I see wooded mounts aglow,
Rosy bowers through which shine
Gleams of palest Heaven:
This is their sunset song
Sing vesper-peace unto my restless heart.

Beside the road I paused,
Where atop a grassy knoll
There, starkly stood a sign:
‘All things are open unto God,’
And again, the words in distance lingered,
‘Commit thy way unto the Lord.’

Alpha and Omega:
Symbols etched into knotted tangles
Of Appalachian wood;
God in the sunrise,
God in the sunset,
God in the day between.