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Our newest poet to the Lair has asked me to post these works for her.
Thank You, Lunared for your contributions.

Taps
The purple night fell slowly on the day;
and the day swept slowly away trailing its rich golden robe.
In the somber tree,
a bird was busy quieting her young.
The grass lay in waiting for the morning dew.
On the walls shadows danced
and in the brook the night waters laughed giddily along.

LunaRed

God Speaks through nature
I ask the Lord if He loved me even with all of of my sin,
and on the darkened window,
a glimmer of light where none had been.

I asked the Lord if He heard me when often I talked with Him,
and through the leaves I heard whispered,
His gentle voice on the wind.

I asked the Lord if I would be happy,
throughout the years He'd lend; and I saw a golden butterfly float buy in the sun and the wind.

LunaRed