Night gently descends over prairie, woods, and field.
The last embers of the day become brilliant stars reflected on the water.
Birds become silent for sleep as frogs and crickets sing awake.
Work, for now, is done as we prepare for our rest.
What great joy (deep and abiding joy)
to reflect on love and home and earth and years.
To know and be known in the midst of living,
grateful and aware (life becomes prayer)
as each day,
we faithfully cultivate the harvest of home.