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A small line of lightening sky
Thin bright blue
Then purple into orange as it widens and rises
Brightening with promise
I see it
I feel it
Promise
Grace
Hope
This new day of life
I relish it
I drink it in
This sunrise
I see others oblivious
Imprisoned in cars
In routines
In impatience with traffic
In plans for the day
Seeing their day
And seeing nothing at all
Missing the sunrise
Missing life
This small line of brightening light
Stands and calls them
It calls me
I pray I will not ever be so imprisoned again
As to fall back into sleep
and to miss it
This sunrise
This small line of brightening light
How beautiful
How wonderful
I give thanks
© by Timothy McQuade.
Used with the author’s permission.
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Timothy McQuade has occasionally written poems over the years, but finds he is now doing that on a more frequent basis. "Engaging in poetry encourages me to slow down and experience what could easily be missed in a rushed life," he says. Timothy lives in Cincinnati, Ohio.
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Ross Kightly:
One is always grateful for the beauty of the mundane world.
Posted 12/01/2013 02:55 AM
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dotief@comcast.net:
Very nice!
Posted 11/30/2013 08:25 AM
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TheSilverOne:
Those beautiful moments, there for us all.
Posted 11/30/2013 08:18 AM
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Donna Pflueger:
"This small line of brightening light/stands and calls them". Your poem called out to me with its truth. Thank you for sharing it.
Posted 11/30/2013 08:15 AM
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mimi:
so very, very true...thanks for reminding me.
Posted 11/30/2013 07:25 AM
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