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