There was a time when God walked

With man and woman through the garden

They would delight of an evening

When the sun’s angle would narrow

To throw its purple light across the land

And they would breathe easy in the cool of the day

Even now, there remain times

When I feel his presence myself

As I walk the orchards and fields,

The oak and hickory-shaded woods

And hear his voice calling

In the tones of barred owls echoing through the trees


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