Morning Poem, March 18, 2017



I want to dive in to love.


Go back and find me the poems that moved my soul

And let me sit with the girl who I was born to hold

Once more I’ll go to those books, and those very pages

That woke my heart and assured me

That what I dreamed was no illusion

But the hope of every man and nation


I will wait for the sun to rise

And warm the earth

And I will leave my chair and walk inside that great painting

In search of the mysteries it promises

I’ll swim in the cold river and be alive to the day

I’ll search until I meet again the man I once was

The man I was created to be.


Oh, open the door


copyright 2017

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