These days, when the sun sets early, yet we know that soon it will desert us even earlier,
these nights, when the moon seems more alien,
these mornings, when mist rises off every surface, obscuring what we thought we knew,
in these days of a waning month and a season subsiding towards a cold decline,
help us to remember your promise of new life.
thinking too hard
4 years ago
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