My Morning Song Poem by C H Sund
My Morning Song
Smokey dawns of grayish blue
Dispersed…sent fleeing, a million ways
Day beckons to the few who’ll yield
Their souls…the wind to carry
Outward and ever upward
The communion of past to future
The blending of all…total and absolute
To the eyes alive…the universe
Give me the strength to see at last
To feel the stars… to feel delight
My soul yearns for your hand in flight
Call me.. O call me to the light.
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