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
