How Pleasant


Such fire, the kind
That alarms the soul-
Like current demanding
A river's flow
No idle moments, arresting thoughts
Just pure excitement, awaiting a call
As the rain falls
Each angle appearing larger than days
Of patience and being on point-
To soothe and caress an open heart

On days like this, many await-
Each wing to soar,
A new awaking of joy
No sorrow, just love
Not borrowed
And peace, as still
As the lamb in his and her happiest hour
Finds nourishment to grow on
As the hours go, on and on

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