Shalom Freedman

Gold Star - 15,257 Points (Troy New York)

This Poem Of The Morning - Poem by Shalom Freedman

This poem of the morning
Is meant to tell
What all morning poems are
But who can know another’s morning?
And who can know another’s night?

We live each day
As that day is
I am here now
Will I be here tomorrow?

I wait for this day’s light
This day’s hope
This day’s struggle against the night
It is not even light yet
And I am here ‘calling it ‘morning’

Let me I pray God
When the light comes
Have the strength
To live this day
With all the light and love
You enable me to give..

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 15, 2008



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