Evening: the cows are back in the barn,
Bedded down for the night, munching hay;
Murmuring contentedly in the distance.
The frogs have begun their nightly serenade,
Chanting loudly til we get close,
Then taking up their songs again,
Their voices echoing off the still pond
Once we’ve passed by on our nightly walk.
These simple rituals, restoring peace,
Give calm and comfort in times of stress:
We store them up in our hearts
And let them steep, then later
Offer them back in prayer to a troubled world.
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