The Celebration - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

In the morning we shall find ourselves
Many of us
Babies in slow swinging cradles
Still drunk of the night’s lullaby

We shall find out
Waking with poems in our palms
We shall chant together

The sun has come
In the manner of God.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 2, 2008

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