Thursday, March 29, 2012

Words of the Wordless - 1

The Light of Evening

Impossible to share
Walking by the lake
In a crescent moon evening

Unwrapped of thought
And freed from self
He hums with joyous Spirit

If the beasts of myth
Crawled onto the shore
In that elated hour of magic

He'd marvel no more,
Than at the already strong,
Sublime, and gracious Presence

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