The rain has washed the heat away
Fresh and new is the day
The birds sing crisper than before
Lake is as glass a reflection, a door
Into the world above and below
Revealing the world upside down
Light is the breeze, just barely there
Webs dance reflecting silver threads
All awash in light and bathed in newness
Another day to listen and hear the call
From across the ages, come, rest
Then take up a cross and follow
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