A shadow now veils ominous light,
Transforms the day to nearing night;
The shapes are spooky as light beams fade,
And night time ghosts prepare their raid!
A hoot owl sounds his mournful note,
And through the trees its echoes float;
The whip-poor-will's persistent sound
Alerts the night birds all around.
Yet when the shades and sounds appear
Our Bonfire's light is glowing near;
The sparks fly upward...as they do
Perhaps they yearn to be with You.
Commune with Nature...on Her terms,
Discount the gnats, the bugs and worms,
And, as the sparks, from Earth set free
Let OUR souls rise to worship Thee.
No shadows now...in dark we stand,
Our solace is Your loving hand.
This wonderworld...holds not one fear;
The One who made it ALL....is near!
PLEASE ENCOURAGE AUTHOR,
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