A Nightingale Sings of Dawn's Glory
As the song goes, she sings because she's happy and because she's free.
I'm also happy and free, but I sure do wish that I could also sing.
Anyway, everything and everyone must be true to their purpose.
The birds and the bees have theirs, and I have mine. It's not singing.
And even if I could, it would be during the time I love best, but
that would not sit well with the rest of the family, because
my heart favors early mornings when they are still asleep.
Oh, if I could sing, I would join in with the Nightingale,
and the two of us would sing of Dawn's Glory. Happy
mornings would be soothing and all aglow, because
I would be singing second fiddle with The Nightingale.
Furthermore, we would also give ultimate Glory to God.
Some are fans of their night songs.
Others are impressed with their tunes of later mornings.
I prefer the Dawn sounds when the light begins to break the darkness.
It is 'a breaking' point that reminds me of God saying, "Let there be light".
That's when the dark nights cease their hold in order that the light might
grow at sunrising, signaling nightingale's time to sing the songs of the Dawn.
Oh, the gloriousness of Dawn; the bliss; the blessing.
Oh, the glory that is Dawn's is awakening;
It can be breath-taking.
It is resurrecting;
It is renewing;
It is eye-opening;
and it is restoring.
051721PSCtest, This Or That, Edward Ibeh
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2021
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