Evening holds its sway. . .

moon’s bright light,
full spectrum. . .

crickets, chirping
they have their say,

as I’m reflecting
on a day well done:

keeping practices and promises,
completing foreseen actions,

carved out time
for prayer
and song
and contemplation,

capped by taking of good nourishment
exchanging love,
and whirling out
in this wonder-summer-sun,

to roll with flow of gravity down hills,
inject a little levity
and have some bold,
blood pumping,
and lungs-and-heart-full

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