Luna’s wings, as

She caresses the velvet cheek

Of the lily.

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 Heart’s Ease

 (Locheven)

I love to tread a winding path

Through the woods,

And, world weary, pause upon it.

The trees bend and enclose me

In brooding calm;

I feel the presence of Deity.

I hear the cadence of the stillness—

A stillness so alive.

The whisper of the leaves,

The song of the brook over golden stone

The whir of a bird’s wings;

And I know the presence of Deity.

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