MORNING IS BREAKING

MORNING IS BREAKING

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Morning is breaking and I’m up,

Working out my salvation….

Perhaps it’s time to say that’s enough,

Expressing my derivation.

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Light appears by spinning of Earth,

Those who are on it sit still…

Locked to the surface most are from birth

Enlightened by a loving God’s will.

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Windows through which we see coming dawn

Closed against morning chill…

Open wide as warm air comes on

List’ning to birdsong trill.

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I have to rest–breathing is poor,

I’ll know as I try to walk back…

This foot wound hurts and morning is still,

But how we poets yack!

–Jonathan Caswell