Awakening
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By Randy Rich
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Awakening A mockingbird sings at waking me from a dead sleep, like a dream, the still darkness settles into the hardwood floors, the fan moves the air, my beloved wife, asleep in the shadows of the moonlight as it filters through the sounds of creation. Stars shine like birds moving through the oak trees, through the soul of the seeing, light filtering through the dead branches, earth spinning into view. I believe in something beyond this tiny frame, insignificant corpse of the future, becoming ashes, into nothing, forgotten. It sings, even in the night, through the breeze that carries the sounds of power, of beauty in the broken stillness. |
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Submitted: Thursday, May 14, 2009
Last Updated: Thursday, May 21, 2009
About the Poet
I am married and have two beautiful children. I am a Professional Christian Counselor and Director of services for children at a local community mental health center.
Other Poems by Randy Rich
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- After IKE
- Autumn in Oklahoma
- Awakening
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- Before the Sun
- Celebration
- Changing Seasons
- Discover
- Evening Voices
- Faith
- Faith That Moves Mountains
- First Winter
- From Grace to Grace
- Fruit Of The Spirit
- God's Love
- Haiku
- Haiku/Tortoise
- Hi
- Hideaway
- Hospital Voices
- In Search of a Savior
- Intuitive
- Jenerette
- Liberty
- Listening
- Lovely Day
- On His Return
- On Prayer
- Rain
- Reflections on Easter Sunday
- Restless
- Sand
- Sarah
- Storming Of the Gates
- Summer Time
- Tambourine Man
- Teresa
- The Final Days
- The Golden Lark
- The Guardians
- The Harbor
- The One
- The Optimist
- The Rose
- The Star
- The Way
- Towards the Summit
- Trinity
- Visions from Above
- Visitation
- While Crossing the Neches River
- Whisper
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