Voice of the morning

A poem by Lloyd Kemp

Thank you, Lord,
for preventing me
from bursting in
on the day, like a
bull in a china shop:
instead, to have me
sitting quietly, in
the silence marking
its beginning;

whence,
were you able
to launch me
on my day, like
a bird, taking to
the air on the
winged words
you had spoken,

as I waited
in the stillness –

which is your
Voice.

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