Slanting sunlight rays
Filtered through the Douglas Fir
And the window blinds
Taking a vacation day
It's still light past 8 P.M.
Though dinner is done,
Conversaton continues
Into the long night
The song of the rising moon
Is heard in ev'ry dwelling
Frankincense burning
At the Orthodox altar
For Vespers Service
The presence of the divine
In ev'ry ripple of time
The cold of the day
Doesn't feel like a hindrance
When it's shared with friends
Walking slowly through the park
On paths that are familiar
His moments alone
Away from obligations
Without a cell phone
Blossoms of the apple tree
Grace the yard across the street
In her husband's eyes
She sees her own reflection,
Her best intentions
A home contains many realms,
There's no need to travel far
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