The sun had long since slipped away,
the evening, enveloped by stillness
is where I stood in silence,
listening, watching, waiting.
Across the way I heard the stirring,
first here and then there,
never still, always moving,
an evening walk in Eden.
Some listened and quickly knew,
'tis just a bird, a hooting owl,
others with ears to hear,
knew more was out there.
Up and down the run of the branch,
the Invisible One now heard,
no mere winged creature,
the Holy One is with us.
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