Friday, April 07, 2006

Good Morning

Good Morning

I say to thee as
outside the lightning crashes
the sound of a bass drum in my ears

thunder bespoke
a little child spoke
little drops of water splash near

against the side
of the limestone rock
that here makes the bed of the earth

wrapped around my sides
I feel your pride
as I remember the privilege of birth

Rejoice and let rise
for deep inside our mind sighs
as the soul of a heart rests unharmed

be still my child
for lost we are in the wild
but fret not because we will soon be found

I'm sure

One Love

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