Yesterday’s cart of sorrows
disappears with the last evening star
as sunrise welcomes me into its halo
of psalms radiating a new day into my spirit.
Nesting where the butterflies pray
hope anoints my broken hallelujah
with the truth love still grows where thorns gather.
Peace sings in a bird wing choir
and I add my voice to the chorus,
“Today is too swift
with its hours
for my lips to only
offer pain.”
©Susie Clevenger 2016
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for my lips to only offer pain.”
One may be frustrated at times thinking one can make a difference but could not!
Hank
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'Peace sings in a bird wing choir
and I add my voice to the chorus'!
for my lips to only offer pain.”
Such beautifully tender lines, Susie
Today is too swift with its hours
for my lips to only offer pain............Like your choice of image too.