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Evening Shadows
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Inspirational Slowly, softly, sweetly,
the night, the raven mystery,
alive with dancing lights;
tree tops stretch for only
a touch.
The nested quail, sensing
the silence, enfolds her eggs
against a danger that is not there,
safe beneath her wings.
Wild berries tease with
their sweetness,
a deceiving smile, for the
fruit is mysteriously tart.
Like weak stray arrows, the
moonlight follows me.
I am in awe, seeing the
mystery of the Being that so
carefully and sweetly
enfolds my world.
