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When the night falls gently

On the earth below

And stars shoot across the sky,

I hold in my hand a hunting bow

As I ask myself why,

Something must die tonight.


Do I have the desire

To take a life without asking,

“Is this essential or not?”

“Or should I give back lasting

Life to the prey I had sought?”

Does selfish want make it right?


I pull the arrow back

And I sense the deer is strong.

I can’t let the arrow go,

For I feel it is wrong.

The deer is not my foe.

My values, I hold tight.


I kneel and let it fall,

My bow upon the ground.

I feel my spirit soar

For peace and love abound.

I find I can’t ignore

The coming of God’s light.