Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Hope's Birth

In the morn, before we rise,
Sun shadows dance upon closed eyes.

Gentle tocks affix the wall
Pattered steps fill the hall.

Stretching yawns and muffled words
Escort the chirping songs of birds.

Loving hugs and sleepy kisses
Talks of dreams and hopes and wishes.

For this time and just for you
God gifts another day anew.

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