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An Imperfect Life poetry by Fr. Harold Macdonald |
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Lengthening Evenings
More light now as my evenings lengthen out the lingering sun expands the spaces westward far fields appear, a distant flight of birds my latter time is brightening no doubt. But in the morning time stands still for now thick darkness fills the space beyond the door blankets sleeping homes, star lights touch the floor. No waking horse, no fastening to the plough. We come in motion rather late than soon No longer ready at the mark to race we need no early light to win the chase, no “Consume or be yourself consumed”. But in the evening when the sun’s descent is slow I see the peaceful lands of far away aglow.
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