Poem from my blog : Contemplation

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Contemplation Early are the cries that come whispering to me Rousing me from sleep and speaking mystically Deep are the echoes that sound through the night Inviting me beyond my own inner light. Unspoken are the words and mystical the ways In which I'm touched by these transforming rays Unable to move about and barely able to see I remain transfixed inside this mystery So sweet is the music from the universe outside Touching my fragile mind and my being deep inside I'm lost to that realm which is measured by our time So I dwell within a space that gives birth to all my rhyme (c) joy aka littlefranciscan