Before The World Wakes

By John Blase | January 26, 2017 |

In the first light when birds

stir I begin a poem in praise of myself.

Their singing provides extra

bravado which is quite necessary

to tell of how it is to be sweetly alive.

This morning its an aria, some stubborn

solo voice down by Dirty Woman Creek

refusing to be a team player.

He(?) sings and I grow quiet as

sleep remembering the three days

when my children were born,

when parents and dear friends

gathered at the glass so proud.

This is why, if possible, you greet the

dawn for God loves to remind you of

your greatness before the world

wakes with cages on its mind.

Dr Lynn Schriner on January 26, 2017 at 2:05 am

” Before the world wakes with cages on it’s mind”
Wow….
Thanks for that thought!

- thebeautifuldue on January 26, 2017 at 3:55 pm
  
  I appreciate it, Lynn!
  
  - Dr Lynn Schriner on January 26, 2017 at 5:36 pm
    
    Fan the flame sweet John..the world needs it more than ever
    
Anne Bethea on January 26, 2017 at 3:33 am

Yes, thank you.

- thebeautifuldue on January 26, 2017 at 3:54 pm
  
  Thanks for taking the time to comment, Anne!
  
Julie Sunne on January 26, 2017 at 3:48 pm

Beautiful! Thank you for this lovely poem. You’ve captured why I love the early morning.

- thebeautifuldue on January 26, 2017 at 3:54 pm
  
  Thank you, Julie!
  
genesmith12 on January 27, 2017 at 12:38 am

5 of the most profoundly felt/needed sentences that I have read in a long time. Gratus John.

- thebeautifuldue on January 27, 2017 at 2:08 am
  
  Thanks, Gene!
  
David Blase on January 27, 2017 at 3:37 pm

I remember peering through the glass looking upon your three children, my grandchildren, and thanking God for you and them!
Dad