Sunday Morning (poetry)

Church has multiple services:

As late of a bird as I am,
The earliest service is always my aim:
When on the path to Jesus Christ,
The majority is asleep.

(But the birds are awake!)

Lending harmonies and voices;
Making my inner smile,
As I ponder. On previous choices
They talk.
But to only those who mind,
Those with peace exploding in the mind

So find a comrade, in the air:
A wind
A mist
A spirit
That insists

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