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Ending at the falls,

I followed the sun

In and out of the trees

To see

Your shadow

Cast over fallen leaves

The roar of the river

Swallowed my cry

As time

Swallowed the sun

My hands in praise held high

My voice low in manic shouts

Psalms from distant memories

Songs of future symmetries

Inviting a claim on my doubt

Inhabiting your praise,

The choir of life all around me

Breathing the name of God

In

Exaltation

Adoration

Thanksgiving

Listening stillness

Healing sorrows

My soul ascends to self-forgetting

Upon the holy hill processional

Enter his gates

Enter his courts...

Are there tears in the eyes of God?

Is it tears that cleanse the soul’s blood?

When I'm alone, I'm never alone...

These barren trees have revived.

The gentle bird will return—

As in a dream.

After everything has changed,

After everyone has gone,

You will remain.