Morning Poem, April 3, 2017

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I wait for a call

From One who knows all.

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In the new of the morning

When all is in order

I wait for something new to break open

All that has gone before

And that which sits quietly and straightened

In shut closets

To sing

And to tell me why

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It will come, I know

Every day has promised it

And all of the law and the prophets

Sunlight, finally

And music.

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I wait for a call

From someone unknown

Who knows all.

 

copyright 2017

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