Sunday Morning
July 25, 1996
Net curtains dance in the breeze.
You watch from the window
as the first train glides through town -
a stream of electric light and sound.
Dawn breaks as you walk outside
and the song of a thousand birds
greets you like a stadium's cheer:
sparrow, starling, blackbird, crow, and thrush -
the mighty unison of such sweet sound!
Quiet now, listening and awake,
you walk back to the house
rejoicing at this perfect overture
to a day of praise....