WASTED EARLY SUNDAY MORNING

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WASTED EARLY SUNDAY MORNING

Waking softly like to a heavenly choir,

A blackbird sang on song of love,

So sweetly I thought I’d died…

A celestial threnody so divine,

A smile broke across my face,

Like a returning tide after the spring fall,

A surprise of eloquent delight…

like the reedy sound of a boy soprano.

 

And after a day and a night of turmoil,

I was at peace again,

The road was silent,for once,

And the bird reminded me of love,

And light broke from the East,

And I gave thanks to God.

 

DALE ‘M’  WE WITH J

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