I thought the night would show more tame than day
when working sun had gone to weary bed.
But moonlit murmurs soon came out to play
and whispered, wind-ing deep inside my head.
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Shadows tune to different strings at night
and dance macabre across the moondust sky.
An ancient air, more harmony than bright
that seems to probe and gently question why.
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So deep the reach, so tall the touch of dark
like some enfolding cloak confessions wear
I find my heart unfolding to it’s spark
expounding fears and failures to the air.
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It seems to listen, politic and wise
considers all and gentle, prods my will.
I see the stars, I feel my cramping tries
stutter silent calming down to still.
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So perfectly it answers, not to speak,
but blow with gentle wind from wild moors
I feel the fearful failures of the week
slide off like silk to blow to other shores.
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And thus I counsel long into the late
to hear the voice beyond the nature bare,
confront hard nature with a truer state,
and bow to Father mercy in the air.
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melenoria 
This is beautifully written. I especially liked the lines –
“shadows tune to different strings at night” and “like some enfolding cloak confessions wear” and “blow with gentle wind from wild moors/ I feel the fearful failures of the week/ slide off like silk to blow to other shores.” It’s fresh, engaging imagery without all the jarring so common to modern poetry. You have blended choice words and images and mood in such a satisfying way. And maybe the reason I like it most is because I recognize its subject and its hero—the wonderful Counselor—so accurately depicted. It brings to mind Psalm 16:7: “I will bless the Lord who has counseled me; Indeed, my mind instructs me in the night.”
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Thank you! I was worried it might come accross as a type of nature worship, and am very glad it did not.
It is weird the way a walk at night can kind of clarify and awe in a way so different from daylight
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