Feb 2018
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Gentle calls as evening falls.
I heard a nightingale
Far beyond the eaves it cried
in darkness, it prevailed.
It sang to me it's lullaby
and lo, I listened well,
In shadows where it could not see,
within it's peaceful spell.
The sound so gently soothing
to a heart that's troubled so.
It's song caressed my soul
and seemed a sign, so I would know.
That all our cares are small indeed, compared to many more
Whose pain is deeper than my own,
whose needs go to their very core.
And tho I could not answer,
in a way that it could see
I thank the angel, that sent down,
that nightingale to me.
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Gentle calls as evening falls.
I heard a nightingale
Far beyond the eaves it cried
in darkness, it prevailed.
It sang to me it's lullaby
and lo, I listened well,
In shadows where it could not see,
within it's peaceful spell.
The sound so gently soothing
to a heart that's troubled so.
It's song caressed my soul
and seemed a sign, so I would know.
That all our cares are small indeed, compared to many more
Whose pain is deeper than my own,
whose needs go to their very core.
And tho I could not answer,
in a way that it could see
I thank the angel, that sent down,
that nightingale to me.
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