The Awakening - Poem by Tayeba Tahira
The clock chimed, producing a startling effect upon the sea of the mind.
Time for relaxing, to empty the stresses of the toil of the day.
A glimpse at the material world and immediate transporting of the spirit.
The voice shook, the tear fell, silently, as the spirit transcended time
Joy, lightness of being, thanksgiving, memories past, but not forgotten.
With renewed vigor and peace, the angel came to grant the fruit of the spirit.
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