Slowly sliding into the darkness

Life slipping away from our sense

The birds and the trees and the natural state

Gradually becoming less dense;

Starkness our view to the horizon and to heaven

Uncovers our present tense;

We become open to creation and salvation,

The Light that unlocks the suspense.

Man is a simple pilgrim

Through the seasons of life, death and change;

Christ is the firstborn for the enlightened traveller

That the journey seem a little less strange.

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