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To God Be The Glory…
In the clear
the brightness of morning,
streaking clouds
froth the cerulean sky.
Birds soar effortlessly
through the air
as their companions
sit in trees
melodically chirping
a rhythmic symphony…
Multi-hued couples
pass by and wave
as they push carriages
of hand-clapping children.
In the distance,
ducks are quacking away
as they lazily cross the street.
Standing…realizing….
this canvassed moment
was not just surreal,
but a God-given reality…
I gave humble praises
and rejoiced in the grace
of yet another day of glory:
glory…glory…glory…
