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Morning’s Muse
It’s 5am here and 2am there
I’m up with the blue birds
Pulling the word worms from my mind
Wiggling out seeking the soil
We all want to be planted in
We all desire to be made whole
Golden sun slowly rises on horizon
And I find it inviting
If I could swallow it
Would I be enlightened
Would I no longer seek human vices
Musings of a early morning mom
Peeling back thoughts like
Covers sheets on a queen’s bed
Always hoping to be better than I am
Always growing despite feeling damned
Why fight against emotions they are like a sail
Can take you only so far if you are brave enough to care
A bird bathes my ears in his yellow song
Welcoming and charming tweets so strong
This bird’s heart is sure of his plight
Despite dark hearts his song is of light
So nature has lessons I need to learn
Like fire is hot touch it not or burn
Trust in God for His ways are not our own
Like the little bird does as he creates nurtures home
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Karen Jones
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