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WHIPPOORWILLS AND TALKING TO GOD
Sometimes, doing a blog is simplicity in itself.
Well, most times, it’s simply because I always speak my mind. However, this one came straight out of a bird’s mouth, just before church. Enjoy.
WHIPPOORWILLS AND TALKING TO GOD
If I time it right, in the pre-dawn grey,
As morning yawns before night steals away.
The Whippoorwills seem to give day a nod,
In that perfect time, it’s just me and God.
All the rest of daytime can’t match this show,
Whippoorwills, I believe, just seem to know.
And there’s nothing else, but I’m never bored,
Whippoorwills, graying dawn, me and my Lord.
I think of church, but mine’s better than most,
Halfway through my stroll, there’s an old oak post.
Many times, creatures watched, all silent awed,
While my voice catches fire in my talks with God.
Those old Whippoorwills, give a knowing wink,
For in my church, I don’t care what men think.
If a truck comes by while I’m on a roll,
He passed through my church while I bared my soul.
When a Whippoorwill sings before daylight,
Spend some time with God; all will be alright,
If you see me in the grey, smiling broad,
You’ll know me and Whippoorwills, chat with God.
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