to Him of the hosts of heaven

I love you.
You make the leaves
Glow yellow in the lamplight
Whilst all the city hastens
From work, and towards home and death
That doth us part.

I love you.
You attach
Five-pointed flattened gems
To shine under the light-
polluted sky above us all
So dark and distant.

I love you.
You stop me on my path
Under the glistening maples
And breathe me like that
First time my soul
Knew no other.

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