The Light of Evening
Impossible to share
Walking by the lake
In a crescent moon evening
Walking by the lake
In a crescent moon evening
Unwrapped of thought
And freed from self
He hums with joyous Spirit
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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