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October 1983

 

I come home, late at night

The lights are out

The doors are locked

In just a few hours the alarm will ring

Waking me up for another days work

Usually Id go inside right away

But on a rare occasion, like tonight,

Ill wait outside

To look around

And forget the bed for a time

 

On these nights the stars might shine

They might not

Sometimes the birds will sing

Sometimes they wont

Quite often a dog will bark

Seldom not

The one unchanging fact

That makes these nights as one

Is that each time I reflect for a while

On how good Gods been to me

And holding this thought

I go inside

Refreshed

 


Each New Day A Miracle
Copyright Peter Rhebergen
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