Before The World Wakes

In the first light when birds
stir I begin a poem in praise of myself.
Their singing provides extra
bravado which is quite necessary
to tell of how it is to be sweetly alive.
This morning its an aria, some stubborn
solo voice down by Dirty Woman Creek
refusing to be a team player.
He(?) sings and I grow quiet as
sleep remembering the three days
when my children were born,
when parents and dear friends
gathered at the glass so proud.
This is why, if possible, you greet the
dawn for God loves to remind you of
your greatness before the world
wakes with cages on its mind.
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10 Responses to Before The World Wakes

  1. ” Before the world wakes with cages on it’s mind”
    Thanks for that thought!

  2. Anne Bethea says:

    Yes, thank you.

  3. Julie Sunne says:

    Beautiful! Thank you for this lovely poem. You’ve captured why I love the early morning.

  4. genesmith12 says:

    5 of the most profoundly felt/needed sentences that I have read in a long time. Gratus John.

  5. David Blase says:

    I remember peering through the glass looking upon your three children, my grandchildren, and thanking God for you and them!

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