As I ran about two hours before dawn ,
The birds chatter gradually
Swells to a soft , slow , throat vibrating .
Songs directed heavenward .
I felt like being invited to join .
Sometimes I add feeble songs of praise .
To the birds choir .
Sometimes I just listen .
I feel the icy heaviness melt and joy
And hope awaken in me .
Yes the darkness , will end soon .
When I run I do not think of my loneliness ,
My physical or relational wounds ,
My longing for darkness
Will turn to light .
I can learn from the rhythms
Of the bird songs as I run .
Their songs will come to a climax
During the darkness and usher in
The light of the morning that is coming .
Remember , the whole earth is filled
With wonders where morning dawns
Where evening fades , you call forth songs of joy .
I Love You All
By Brock
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