Evensong

Evensong

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