i hear praises to the highest of the skies,
cries from the bottom pits of hell,
from middle earth, songs of loves and trysts,
from darkest shadows, songs of lonely hearts
our voices blend and cling to grass of hopes
that bend and sway, stay still, and bend again,
as winds of change carry each fragile life
to unknown paths where no one else had trod
our words float and drift on swift water ways
that swirl and eddy as they run their course
through pleasant vales and wilderness of trees,
cutting through deserts to the farthest seas
each voice so crystal clear at night,
each joy a trumpet to the stars,
every anguish a bell from deepest wells,
a cacophony of voices we all have come to share
each one has come to give a piece of Self,
admiring nature, admonishing the lesser Gods,
confessing sins or professing love,
kneeling in submission to a greater God
if i should die, i’ll miss you all my friends,
i can only wish that my afterlife has a Site
as close and as good as what we all now have,
our meeting hall in the lonely hours of the night
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