It is still dark outside
But the robins are chirping
And telling us about the imminent arrival of the dawn
Why do birds sing in the dark?
What are they so enthusiastic about?
Do they know a new day is coming?
Is that their message to us?
Our world is approaching another dawn
But it may not seem like that now
It’s cold and there is no evidence
Of the garden that is blooming
But if we listen we can hear the sparrows singing
And the blackbirds assuring us of the coming of the dawn
April 1st, 2022
Fragile,and art is my shield
It saves me in the battles of life
I still get bloodied and bruised
But have the strength to carry on
When the world and its mundane things
Its troubles and toils
Try to bring me down
I seek refuge in art
When the physical world becomes like a cage
Art is the hand that opens the door
My spirit can then roam in the ethereal world
It can be refreshed and renewed
Poetry, music, the beauty of art
Connect my soul to the spiritual world
Where joy abounds
Where it’s peaceful!
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