On An Evening Stroll
A residue of light lingers
as the sun sets.
Birds of all species
are making known their voices, letting the dusk readily receive
their song.
Songs to their Maker
fill the sky’s eyes.
Stillness is capturing moments
of a somber heart’s cry for joy!
delight! in the freedom
that came from receiving
new sight inside new eyes.
The sound of traffic melody behind
the wilderness is full of lushness and life,
oxygen breezes in the dusk sky,
humanity always seeking more.
“The Lord is my Maker,
what else would I want for more?”
what else would I want for more?”
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