Shalom Freedman

(Troy New York)

I Wonder Why The Sunlight Of the Morning Calls Me So Strongly


I wonder why the sunlight of the morning
Calls me so strongly-
I wonder why I so need to be outside now-

Inside is the world of my work and my dreams
But I need the outside now-

The world the light the walking the moving into an unknown place-

Duty is good and great
And Work is meaning in life,
But sometimes only the outside world
And walking and wandering in it
Is Light and Hope and Life as we long for it to be-

Submitted: Sunday, September 15, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013
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I WONDER WHY THE SUNLIGHT OF THE MORNING CALLS ME SO STRONGLY

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