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Songs of Spirit

Songs of spirit, like a prayer
breathing in the ambient air,
singing in the morning light,
in radiance of the day,
in the twilight shadows of gray,
in the brooding hush of night,
dark or light or storm or fair,
singing, singing everywhere.

In the burgeoning of spring,
in the summer's scented bloom,
in the autumn's mellow glow,
in the winter's ice and snow,
shade or shine or joy or gloom,
as the seasons come and go,
bleak and bare or blossoming,
still the songs that sing and sing.

Singing, singing everywhere,
at the heart of everything,
in my soul I hear them sing,
mystic music of the spheres,
songs that with my utmost art,
I can only catch in part,
broken echoes, cold and bare,
of the songs my spirit hears.

013 Songs of Spirit

013
Songs of Spirit