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  • Elizabeth Spencer Spragins

Light in the Dark Night

(A Clogyrnach)

Ripples whisper through fields of grass At nightfall when no footsteps pass Over this bare hill Where I linger still—

But I will stay for mass.

Nature’s cathedral boasts no wall; No stained glass windows grace the hall. No vaulted ceiling, No bronze bells pealing— But kneeling, I am tall.

Tonight I will not cross the stream Where darkness splinters heaven’s gleam. Yet light fills this place; I see glory’s grace— The Lord’s face in a dream.

~Meadowlark Botanical Gardens, Vienna, Virginia

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