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poem for pastors

there by the window in the old house
and so it goes
a gleam of gold in gloom and gray
as evening falls
on and on
and with the humming bird
last midnight
i cannot always feel his greatness
are you awake?
daughters of time
little park that i pass through
she said
she must go back, she said
there was a strangeness on your lips

 



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