Crickets faintly glisten
the full nights moon
A frog tells me of his presence
in a field nearby
Warm is the cool evenings air
Quietly listening hearing hopeful
the voice of God
Hills in the distance glow
mysteriously against an azure sky
A feeling of unknown contentedness
captures my attention
I look to see if maybe I'm somebody
else standing in the yard
No, it's me
I now realize maybe I am
hearing voice of God
with all that I see
I circle to take it in
All of it as one picture
at which I'm in the middle
So happy about that am I
I forget for at least a time
being alone.
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