Under the hush of evening,
There is a garden,
lush and dark with sleepy trees.
Birds chant vespers, their call and response
The peaceful denouement.
Vespers
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Listen, God is singing through the Elms, first as thunder, then as wind, then as trembling leaves and limb.
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