Between Sunset and the Dawn

Between sunset and the dawn
When even the eagles sleep
While the owl is on patrol
And the deer to thickets creep

Deep in the mangrove marshes
Robins rest and fold their wings
Then the earth is listening
To creation as it sings

So why do I with wonder
Lie awake for half the night
And forget my Lord’s promise
To watch till morning light

In stillness I can hear him
Who in the silence rests
His voice commanding daybreak
Now calls me loved and blessed!




You are my hiding place;
You shall preserve me from trouble;
You shall surround me with songs of deliverance. Selah
Psalm 32:7 NKJV

Between Sunset and the Dawn
By Peter Caligiuri
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The Hope of Sabbath Rest

And that day was the preparation, and the Sabbath drew on. Luke 23:54 KJV

Though few of us who call ourselves Christians keep a strict Sabbath these days, we probably still think of Sunday morning as the beginning of a special day set aside for heading to church. What we forget is that in the Bibe, the drawing near of Sabbath, did not mean that it was almost dawn, but that it would soon be night. In today’s passage, as Joseph and Nicodemus carried the lifeless body of Jesus they hurried, because by law they must be done before sunset when Sabbath began. Yet the darkness at the beginning of Sabbath, was not intended by God to be a curse, but rather a sign of hope. Because as sunset drew near, it signaled the beginning of rest after the hard labor of the week. Then all twenty-four of the hours ahead belonged to God for a Sabbath rest as God’s special day and a time to be enjoyed.

In the same way, for those of us who are older, as our lives are beginning their final chapters, we need not fear the closing in of shadows and the darkening of horizons. These are all signs that the chapter that lies ahead completely belongs to God. Just as Jesus lay in the tomb on the day of rest in hope of the resurrection, we also share that same hope. There is no defeat in that darkness but rather a joyful quiet hope that believes that we will rest in our Father’s arms and rise again to walk with our Lord on the first day of a new and eternal week!

“Above all things and in all things, O my soul, rest always in God, for He is the everlasting rest of the saints.    Grant, most sweet and loving Jesus, that I may seek my repose in You…   For my heart cannot rest or be fully content until, rising above all gifts and every created thing, it rests in You. Thomas à Kempis

My Poem Soon Was Crushed

My poem soon was crushed
Under the tramp of hurried feet
That left chaos in my calendar
And trouble on my street

But like the little lizard
Who hides among the leaves
Finding there a place to rest
And safely rides the breeze

I stopped and I remembered
That God commands the dawn
When I may wake to hope again
His work to carry on

Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart,
and you will find rest for your souls. Matthew 11:29 ESV