Photo by Katherine
Evensong evokes another state
A world of beauty, peace and mental calm
Where all is still and thoughts do not gyrate
The breath slows down and evil does not mate
Indeed it flees before the holy psalms
Evensong evokes another state
In the quiet, we each can, happy, wait
Assured by songs of good, of healing balm
Where all is still and thoughts do not gyrate
Soothing rhythms will help the mind create;
To bear the emptiness unfilled and do no harm.
Evensong evokes this cultured state
Frantic notes of music irritate
And minimise all goodness and all warmth
Let all be still and let thought emigrate
Let us lowly creatures slowly learn
To love each other as we take our turn
Evensong evokes another state
There all is calm and thoughts are sweet as fate
How my heart sings 