Joy Comes In The Morning
The blessings of morning
give me strength for the day.
The sun shines through the clouds
and the storms of life drift away.
In those times of union,
with him who lives on the bay,
I am given wings to fly
and I soar above all dismay.
For he, with his sweetness,
asks me to come and play.
And, I in my eagerness,
join him whenever I may.
I have to write this
for it important to say,
You are my special friend
Dino or perhaps it is Ade.
Kathy Lockhart
12/14/06
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-12-14 at 16:27
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