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April 30th, the ancient day of acknowledgement, that of the beginning of the light half of the year.

Submitted: April 25, 2018

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Submitted: April 25, 2018



Blessed be this time of light, for ancient men and women,

and their first ponderings of the difference between day and night.

The rising sun causing the stars to dissappear,

the setting of it, bringing their return.

Minds of spiritual science, growing as they would learn.

Time then was not of clock work,

but of budding meadow, field and flowing stream.

Flowers thought dead, gone, rising from the earth within seasons song.

Constancy was always there, in knowing warmth, ending woe and care,

faith was of a circle, to be seen by all who would seek to look,

knowledge found by those who did not know of books.

And life unfolds in what is free, while silent and still, that of eternity.


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