An Hour of Absolution
I hear can sparrows perching in the dooryard
Twittering by for a place to pick worms and beetles
But on this morning I have chosen to lie in bed an hour longer...
An hour of absolution for my soul;
I will give myself back to toils of living thereafter,
Even the wicked deserve a second of respite --
There's is a hard-hat to wear and things to do,
But in this hour I want to deliberate with a tender light mind,
Saying less whispers to heaven.
... A life borne to tides of the day both is and is not.
These sorrows I have seen laden the leather of my old catapult heart
On this morning I have chosen to lie in bed an hour longer,
What's the rush into the chaos of the world?
06/03/18
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