The sun falls upon the horizon.
Revealing the beauty before night
As the moon replaces its glory
Illuminating darkness in sight.
It is to be seen, as will be heard.
No longer will she silence the night.
Nor deafen the strong voice inside.
Or shall the still small voice hide.
Under the darkness that encamps around
As the leaves change from green to gold
His hand reaches out when it is cold.
Revealing noon’s brightness, or
A night that is bold.
All a twenty-four-hour cycle of time
As the body becomes dust to dust
The promise of eternal life stays.
Which has no time, in view from above.
In the day or the night, it remains.
The illumination of the heart
The promise continues, displays.
A glory too bright to part.
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