morning poem, september 29, 2015

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Stop Time: A Prayer

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For those eight minutes with my guitar

Before I have to leave for work

Slow time down.

This is when I hear the tones the clearest

This is when my fingers respond to my will

My heart is filled and my soul fed, my imagination stirred.

But I look at the clock and my time is vanished, dissolved.

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When I am running hard across the grass

Barefoot in the rain

Slow time down

This September rain is not too cold

But refreshes me

And washes years away

Would that this well-groomed field

Would not end so soon

And me gasping for breath

Slow time down

Let me be tireless

And run over hills and across the streams

And be soaked and glowing.

 

Copyright 2015

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