You must have seen it, at a
crepuscule shore;
It strikes as lightning does,
trembling the sky,
with summer rose and lilacs calling
"more,"
and the flash of white egrets as
they fly.
You must have heard it, crickets in
the dusk,
the flap of water on smooth stone
and bark,
the sound of a lone loon in the
summer musk,
the breath of your lover as she
speaks in the dark.
Self-centered, we cannot see God in
ourselves,
and in others we too often miss the
divine;
in nature, not ours, we sense
eternal lives
for a moment alive in our chattering
minds.
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