Song of the Morning
This poem was original published by the Kingston Frontenac Public Library as the poem for the month of July on their Poetry Blackboard
Rise! Wake up to the yawn of the world outside, where the darkness bows to the morning. Hear the sparkling song of the birds and see the daffodils bend with the whisper of the awakening wind and their trumpets announce the bursting day. Feel the cool wash of an April morning and the warm virgin sunlight cupping the gentle curve of chap and cheek. Listen! Joy begins as a seed in the blossoming of each new day. It unfolds with the day, exploding out from the centre like a universe. And if we are still, really still, we can hear its rare music — the miracle and magic of the day. It sings a song of the forest and the field and the lake. Can you hear the wind speak to the trees, the fox yelp to the grass, the children laugh to the sky? A chorus of rejoicing! Sing! We can rejoice too, for we are alive to see the startling lawn of the world around us, and it becomes the landscape of our days and years. And we can sing, too, a psalm that has no language but joy!
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poem: Song of the Morning
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