A book in hand, a friend or three..
A quiet, undistracted place:
A recipe for quiet glee,
A meal of simple, common grace.
We ate this meal, one evening clear,
As she first shone, that Evening Star
who first in blue-black sky appears...
In fact, she joined us from, afar,
She sat down right there in between
My friends, as if 'twere no big deal,
And mused about philosophy
To us while we enjoyed our meal:
"Have you ever noticed, friends,
That, though it's quiet when you're alone,
When silent, and with several friends,
The silence is of a deeper tone?
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