My Journal
It Began With Sunbeams, a poem
April 30th, 2017
Emilee loved the feel of sunbeams on her face, whether in the house or in the car, the warmth of the sun gave her comfort, and some morsel of serenity
It Began with Sunbeams
Lying in my bed
Early morning
Sunbeams on my face
Sensing your presence
Telling me it’s time
To greet a new day
Birds singing here a gleeful, there a melancholy tone
Melodic mentions of sound intentions
Some staccato
Some lyrical
Nature's orchestra plays on
luring my heart strings to be strummed
Gently hush the voices
Playing inside my head
Grow quiet to listen
to the symphony that surrenders me
Winning me over
A captive patron of the arts
Oh Great Mother,
Soothe this vessel that suffers,
With the comfort of your voice
nmk
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