Friday, December 23, 2011

A Greater Glory

The voice of thanksgiving,
rings melodious among the green trees
on the low pleasant hills
along the borders of praise.

The cougar, the bear and the wolf
are sleeping in their own shadows,
spirits of evil have fled away.

Let us walk these paths in the peace,
village to village.

The sun is warm,
the mist rolls back
to reveal here and there
a greater glory.

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