There is unbroken quietness, In the mountains, in the night; A stillness even thoughts can't break, Nor shatter as if light. The night's protective blackness, Like a velvet wrap is worn, An embrace of one's whole body, Sensuous and warm. The stars ... a million dancing lights, Choose one and it is yours; One is enough ... please leave the rest, For poets and philosophers. A scent of wild Jasmine, Pervades the soft night air; An intoxicant so strong, No match found anywhere. Evening music of the woods, Rustling sylvan chords; God, I think, is whispering, Hush! Don't miss His words! Close your eyes in solitude, Your Lord and you alone, You've caught a glimpse of Heaven. You've caught a glimpse of Home. ~ Virginia Ellis ~
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