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I awaken to the chirping of birds, Sparrows chattering gaily, flitting and fluttering, In their thicket of green, Regaling the dawn. O happy contagion, O irrepressible joy, Their siren song beckons, To share in their exuberance, Their zest and passion for life! To give humble thanks For the start of day, To trust in that Love Where all life issued, Where all Creation In gentle balance hangs. My spirit rises, My heart races, To face life anew. Drawn on by a sense Of hope, Of purpose, Of excitement, A new beginning unfolds. O the carefree spirit Of the sparrows! Without labour and toil, Finding fullness of life, Sustenance and freedom, Enjoying flights of fancy In the leafy expanse Of their emerald world.
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Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 12:36 AM UTC
Lessons from the Lowly Sparrow
In the distance I see them, Dark billows unfurling A canopy of grey across the horizon, Forcing the sun into seclusion. The rain is coming. In cadenced formation they advance, Nimbus clouds on the march, Curtains of gossamer white hanging In their trail. The rain is falling. The hills sigh with relief, Refreshed at this sweet aspersion, Renewed and restored By the Providence that Established their foundation. The rain has stopped. The clouds roll on to distant lands, impelled by a cycle that will see no end. And all the earth lies content In quiet meditation, Radiant on a bed of primordial mist.
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Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 11:22 AM UTC
Cloud and Rain
In the quiet stillness of the early morn stand I, spellbound by the sight before me. Pine-clad peaks encompass me, the rosy fingers of Aurora on the brow of the mountains. Nothing disturbs my reverie. All nature murmurs Your name, and my heart leaps up for joy. The birds are a-chirp with song. The stream gurgles with delight. The cool wind enfolds me in her embrace. I am awash in Your glory. It is the wind that reminds me most of You.   You caress my face as you speak of love, Your gentle hand mends this broken reed. I am drawn into Your heart. I am lost in You. I strain to hear the echoes of Your name in the pines.
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Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 5:06 AM UTC
The Wind