Futility of Alarms


Setting an alarm is pointless
I wake up before my alarm, every day, just minutes before it goes off
Recently, I have left my window cracked at night so I can hear
The morning birds
I have been inspired to freely attend their concert
It’s calming
It syncs with my heart, giving it the rhythm, the pace for the day ahead
I pray you hear them too
Darling, you deserve to hear the larks and quails
I pray that you hear them, and our hearts sync again
In perfect harmony, so that we have our own chorus
That invites others to listen to our song
The quails, the larks, the mourning doves
We are them all

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