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The summer is winding down. My days are dry.
Lack of prayer has left me in the world and of it:
allowing many activities to keep me from solitude and time with our Lord.
Surprised by geese coming around the tall trees over the lake;
a mess of them trying to arrange into formation.
My soul is similar these days and nights loping through time,
disheveled, trying to form an arrow through the darkening air.
The waning gibbous overhead signaling this brief span
between lingering light and darkness,
late summer and winter.
To be poured out as a libation in the meanwhile.
This is the way.
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