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Saturday, January 17, 2009

a Requiem for a Day of Love


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a requiem for a day of love . . .


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The morning Sun burns brightly,
bathing me in it’s warmth.
The Trees of the Wood are awakening,
to reach for the Heavens once more.
The Birds begin their Song of Celebrance,
singing of Life’s utter grandeur.

and i, i am a witness to this glory . . .
a requiem for a day of love.

I hear a gentle breeze,
caressing the leaves.
I see the shadows dance across the field,
for their time for play has come.
The Crow caws across the semi still morning,
and the creeping ones of the Earth,
stir about with the rhythms of the Mother.

and i, i am a witness to this glory . . .
a requiem for a day of love.


The Flowers slowly open their petals,
that they may impart their blissful fragrance,
to the world of us all.
The Morning Breeze becomes urgent,
can you hear her call?
Why even the vagrant Weeds are dancing,
without a fall, as they too paint a picture,
upon the landscapes of life.
They hear the music, can you ?

and i, i am a witness to this glory . . .
a requiem for a day of love.

The Butterflies flittered and fluttered,
across the grass,
while the Bees began to awake,
and commence to collect,
their bountiful “Rent of Love”,
As the Squirrels foraged as Squirrels do,
mixing the play of Limb Jumping with their work.

and i, i am a witness to this glory . . .
a requiem for a day of love.

i saw the Worm slowly inch himself,
across the ground,
gladly offering himself for Breakfast.
The Flies a flying ,
and the Crickets still crying,
as did my Heart full of understanding,
for Life has embraced me in Light.

and i, i am a witness to this glory . . .
a requiem for a day of love.


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