It's a new day!
Spilling on this paper
Edibles to my sister and brother poets
Come Let's dance the old dances
Where syllables join like beads
creating mountains, where goats
Do great things — And wild cats
Where little girls pick flowers
And bears eat berries
Beautiful thoughts is where I hide
Hoping my words tickle God's ears.
| A Whisper|
I was a mischievous little beggar
Always one to laugh at honest work
Out and about, that was me
Free as a wild dog
Exploring my own human puzzles
Righteousness was not yet known to me
Nor did I know I'd be collared by Christ
No pearly gates did I see
Or river coming and going
Just a whisper of words
Are you tired yet?
That was the day
My wild dog died.
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