Morning Poem, January 26, 2017


Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth. . .



Last night I dreamt of music

But not the dreamy kind

Not music from another world

The songs I heard were mine


I knew them, every word they sang

Every guitar chord and line

The Rascals, Beatles and the Stones

It really was that fine.


And it took me back to sunny days

When life poured out like wine

We walked the earth like little gods

And gave no thought to time.


We think of heaven like a dream

Something wispy, light and high

But the meek, they say, inherit earth

The mountains, sea, and sky.


copyright 2017

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