On Monday mornings we could rise
to amber meadows, azure skies,
and hear the still, small voice inside
so silent is the dawn.
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With work no farther than our door
asking little, receiving more
not knowing whether rich or poor -
content with what we have.
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We'd live God's time - by sun and moon
all else is later, now, or soon
no ticking clocks say "nine" or "noon"
no measured time of day.
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By evening, filtered golden rays
of sunlight slant through radiant haze
while house lights twinkle as twilight fades -
God grant us simpler times.
