And invites each of us to enter through its secret passage way:
Where we can ponder the mysteries hidden from our mortal eyes,
Yet exposed in the silence where all truth and wisdom lies.
The evening comes calling as we are watching the setting sun,
And asks us to consider our endeavors and what we have done.
Have we spent our day in fairness and kindness for one and all,
Or are there things for which we're sorry and rather not recall?
As the time is nearing for us to close our eyes in sleep;
What thoughts would we be carrying, what memories keep?
If we would draw something from the rest we will take
Let us remember that our day becomes the bed we make.