Poem February 17, 1997 Issue

Morning song

Jane Roberts

The day begins with birdsong;
To my heart a concert of freedom and joy
And heavenly peace that none can destroy,
Orchestrated by Love.

In this sweet-winged harmony
There's no anger, doubt, or care;
No note of discord is heard there.
I feel the smile of God.

As His blessed child
I claim my true identity,
Affirming God's dear love for me,
And sing my own sweet song.

Tuned in prayer to the music of Soul,
In gratitude I rise and see
That I, too, am unfettered, free,
My day a hymn of praise.

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