Evensong

It seems ridiculous to post this today after reading the news about Minneapolis but I refuse to totally give in

Even song 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