Alive by Shannon's Lake
Alive by Shannon's lake
By Tony DeLorger © 2013
A silence broken by waking specks,
in grasses laden with dew, arrest,
a heart all warm from dreams so blessed,
in slumbers deep embrace.
As morning sun aspires to rise,
receding jewels from darkened skies,
and shards of light find blurry eyes,
the morning heralds anew.
And feathered friends like balls in nests,
stretch out and cheep in day attest,
beginnings, duties, fancy lest,
the dark returns forlorn.
Grasses sway and creatures may,
foraging earth without delay,
scratching, chasing breakfast pray,
for strength and continued life.
Down by the lake a cacophony shown,
a million wings a 'darting drone,
and swooping birds a' fishing hone,
their skills of pleasured flight.
And willows dip their tendrils deep,
in cooling water clear to seep,
the life abundant to share and reap,
all that is blessed and sacred.
And I at a window take it in,
for who I am and what I've been,
is nothing compared to this world without sin,
this perfect, glorious day.
The world is filled with majesty and wonder, one only has to open ones eyes to discover it.
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