The Dawning
With Eyes Not Yet Open
The soft whisking sound
Of a broom ‘pon the floor
The cooing of Doves
Near the window
The creak and squeak
From floorboards and doors
Conversations carried on
Soft and low
Sunrays piercing the morning skies
Nighttime fleeing to the west
Bed seeming less and less like a bed
And more and more… like a nest
Do the birds and the bees
The animals…the trees
Do they, like me
Feel the joy and the rapture
I think and I pray these feelings today
They’re for all God’s creatures to capture
…Yet I wonder…I wonder…
99 words
Copyright © David O'Haolin Whalen | Year Posted 2018
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