Te Deum

 Te Deum


Te deum agamus gratias

This cool October evening

Now that the autumn air

Is cool and clear and full of peace. 


We shall give thanks

From misty morning til the sun

Has disappeared behind the mountains

And pink skies light the west. 


Grateful for this day

For this very moment 

Joyful in the now

Captured by the present. 


The morning rain has passed

It fills with smells the forest floor

The crows croak high up in the trees

Their rasping voices singing vespers. 


Below the city thrums with traffic

A distant roar, a constant hum

Up on the Hill we sit above

The cares of life and everything. 


Simple pleasures on a simple day

Around a corner stands a tree

Like a soldier straight and bare

A wooded sentinel in prayer. 


Other voices ring the woods

Calls and thrills and cheeps

Night-time stories told to chicks

Lull little feathered ones to sleep. 

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