“Enjoying God’s Evening: A Sacred Stillness in Poetry“
The fire burns hot,
Embers casually drift,
With the crackling of the wood.
Owls who, in secret tones,
Making a perfect, relaxing night,
In the fresh open air.

“Enjoying God’s Evening: A Sacred Stillness in Poetry“
The fire burns hot,
Embers casually drift,
With the crackling of the wood.
Owls who, in secret tones,
Making a perfect, relaxing night,
In the fresh open air.
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