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Morning Miracle

Posted on 9 Apr 2015 by Alan Reynolds

It’s predawn, and the wood doves are silent.
The sun slumbers under the sea.
One blackbird sings achingly sweetly
diluting the darkness with zeal.
Further off, past the sound of the breakers,
first light limns the edge of the world.
The wood doves and we and the blackbird
are witnesses: sunrise is grand.

5 thoughts on “Morning Miracle”

Tom Reynolds on 9 Apr 2015 at 23:21 said:

Fine, fine poem!

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- Alan Reynolds on 1 May 2015 at 08:34 said:
  
  Thanks, Tom :-)
  
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Sandra lee on 11 Apr 2015 at 20:38 said:

What an uplifting poem! Today is my 75th–great gift!

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- Alan Reynolds on 1 May 2015 at 08:33 said:
  
  Thanks, Sandra. And, belatedly, happy 75th! (I just saw your comment.)
  
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Sandra Lee on 13 Apr 2015 at 00:11 said:

Sent from my iPad

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