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FIRST HOUR OF THE DAY


Lunch is over in your world
First hour of this day in mine
Dogs on couch together curled
Perfect quiet just to find
A time to think of you working
As one fifteen is lurking

Son's family all asleep downstairs
Television and u tube beckon
You are at working with it's cares
There is housework here I reckon
Melt into your soul with my eyes closed
Think of words to say as hands are posed

Above a keyboard calling
While you there would be better still
At least today I am not falling
Because although you're busy I feel
A great passion from your spirit
Soul is open here to hear it

Talk to me across the seas
And all the lands
I feel you hear my little pleas
Without demands
Because you are free
But not here in my poetry

In verse you are my Brahman
In poetry you are my King
From the moment that I saw him
He has helped my poor life sing
Although the song is sometimes sad
You do come back and I am glad

Stay with me here this first hour
Bless me with your kind grace
Give me a little of your adult power
Because the child in me needs this place
Where I can go freely to the hot sun
Where his day is half over, here first hour comes.


7/9/2009 0137 PDT cj


 







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