He rises with the dawn
and steals quietly across
the room to the chair;
there he sits and listens
for the whisper of light
as it makes its way
through the window.
THE VOICE OF GOD
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Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
He rises with the dawn
and steals quietly across
the room to the chair;
there he sits and listens
for the whisper of light
as it makes its way
through the window.