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Bill Whittle Poem
I stand by my window and watch.
One by one the stars all leave me.
I am having coffee with the dawn.
The first ray of Son descending
into my coffee cup . . .
into my heart.
The steam from my coffee ascending
to the heavens . . .
into God's heart.
The yearning in my heart streaming
to the heavens . . .
into God's heart.
And God, standing in the heavens
watching the Son . . .
rising in my heart,
Leans down to breathe in
the first rays . . .
of my yearning,
And names it 'Morning Prayer.'
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Bill Whittle Poem
If music be the spice of life, sing on . . .
If music be refreshment for the soul, sing on . . .
If music be our prayer to God alone, sing on . . .
Sing gloriously on!
Bill Whittle
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Bill Whittle Poem
I Believe!
I will always believe!
Even if I knew
That tomorrow
The world
Would go to pieces,
I would still plant my apple tree!
Bill Whittle - 1992
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Bill Whittle Poem
You are my . . .
Peanut to my butter,
Star to my burst,
Pop to my tart,
Fruit to my loop,
But especially, you are . . .
the best grandson that a
grandfather could have !
Written to my grandson, Dylan Hamblin, who is also a member of Poetry Soup.
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