What’s in your basket, O morning?
What’s it do you bring?
Will you make the day mourn?
Will you make it sing?
Do you bring a celebration?
Is it fulfillment of hope?
Are there wrapped in glaze
Chaotic winds that grope?
The cock has crowed joyfully
And woken up the dreams
Step out to breathe in air
Beside fresh flowing streams.
Hear the symphony of birds
On the rapt mango groves
See the rays rising in the east
On the creatures God loves.
Raise your face up in joy
In trust lift your heart high
The Lord can melt your mountains
Though they’re heaped to sky.
Xavier Bage
July 03, 2016
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