First Bird

First Bird short poem

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Watching March flowers open, I feel the Lord’s breath on my face
Walking through forest timber, I feel His power and grace
When sailing across oceans, His fury I can’t tame
He then heals all my moments, of worry and shame
I live life through His mercy, no questions are asked
He sees all inside me, though I wear a human mask
Just when I think I’m important, I have made a great call
I’m gently reminded, Pride goeth before a fall
Enter each new day, with your Lord on your mind
Days will pass kindly, all your strife left behind
One simple prayer, should pass soft when you rise
Thank you Lord for the waking, make me earnest and wise
For when the flowers have withered and the forest goes dark
There is only one way, for chosen paths we embark
We walk with the Lord, He’s giving all by His grace
For another opening flower, His warm breath on our face.

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"Let every word tell; Make every word count!" Those words were spoken by Ed Fike, editor of editorial page of the San Diego union newspaper in 1981, when I took his night school journalism course at San Diego City College. Mr. Fike had a profound influence on the way I approach writing. I believe he had a profound influence on everyone he met. Anyway, I did not pursue a career in journalism, but instead became a tradesman, earning my living with my hands. Writing is my hobby and pastime.
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