Four o’clock
Sky turns dark
Short days
Long nights

I crave light
Gods face, might
Glory pours on water
Ripples wider

Lights palms
Ignites fronds
Piercing bright
Casting out fright

Live in Light
As He who
Walked in Light

Regardless of
The season
The attack on reason

Walk, walk, walk
Till the sun catches course
Till the moon beams rejoice

Till the Father says stop
Dwell in my house
I have prepared a room
rest, watch the blooms

by Sarah Suzanne Noble

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