Sunday Song
Singing
Praising
Sending our songs to the Lord
Someone
Lifts a window
A bird trills outside
We could not
Hear the call
Until
We opened to it.
e. schoettler
Singing
Praising
Sending our songs to the Lord
Someone
Lifts a window
A bird trills outside
We could not
Hear the call
Until
We opened to it.
e. schoettler
2 comments:
Elloiuse, this is perfect. You continue to astound me and make me look forward to being your age. Your art and voice improve like good wine.
This is such lovely poetry.
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