My eyes caught them into focus
Seven deer standing in the glen
Where the soybeans grew
At once, the comfort
Of Great Lights pinched my heart
I asked for them to be there
Which they obeyed
My cherished family of deer
Appearing always when I’m most Yearning the recovering love
Of the Great Lights
The longer I pierced the air
The clearer they became
And I counted again seven
Standing in the cut beans at dusk
Looking at me, for I was still here
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