A Nightingale

Gentle calls as evening fall.

I heard a nightingale

Far beyond the eaves, it cried

in darkness, it prevailed.

It sang to me it's a lullaby

and lo, I listened well,

In shadows where it could not see,

within it's a peaceful spell.

The sound so gently soothing

to a heart that's troubled so.

Its song caressed my soul

and seemed a sign, so I would know.

That all our cares are small indeed, 

compared to many more

Whose pain is deeper than my own,

whose needs go to their very core.

And tho I could not answer,

in a way that it could see

I thank the angel, that sent down,

that nightingale to me.

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