Arise, Morning Bird
An Ode to the Joys of Morning
Arise, morning bird; how your call gently nudges me from the hypnosis of utopias of which I traveled joyously.
Arise, morning bird; now awakened, disturbed but grateful as the breath of life tingles my nostrils, electrifying my responses, awakening the fossil.
Arise, morning bird; wow, the light of daybreak so heavenly. May your sweet song ripple like tsunamis across celestial waves to the Creator of such beauty.
Arise, morning bird; bow humbly, surrendering in prayer seeking praise for your sacred, celestial psalm.
Arise, morning bird; how loose and free are your vocal harmonies. Already attuned to the creative vibrations of the universe, mustered to record another day’s verse.
Arise, morning bird; now silence betakes my soul as the pleasuring vibrations of your seductive selection slowly descend me into angelic ecstasy.
Arise, morning bird; how the embrace of the guardians summoned by your invocation seductively smother me sensually, unconditionally loving me so expressively.
Arise, morning bird; now rising, elevating my consciousness and beingness to the mightiness of the ONE who desires me.
Arise, morning bird; how the Phoenix rises reborn, frolicking freely, as its flaming feathers ignite the inner spark of transcendence through divine intervention.
Arise, morning bird; now the ashes of the past flutter like wings back to the Source who waits patiently.
Arise, morning bird; allow the grace of the Eternal to create space in my compassionate heart, empowering me to don the girdle.
Arise, morning bird; how your message rings clear like a siren in my head. His treble staff before me, parting seas of the red.
Arise, morning bird; how the echo blares like the mighty thunder of 10,000 snares. Feet drumming, marching onward to destiny to the beat of your heartfelt melody.
Arise, morning bird; now alive and free, I decide to be a vessel empty and full to bear witness using the vocabulary you ascribe to me.
Arise, morning bird; how majestic are your ways. Long may your pitch perfect contribution remain as a stain on my heart, soul and brain.
Arise, morning bird; bow now for your sacrifice deserves the highest praise, second to the Creator who designed your ingenious ways.
I give thanks to you, morning bird. May you sing for the rest of my days.
About the Creator
Xavier J. Watson
A creator chasing The Creator.
Southern gentleman & military brat.
Actor, screenwriter, singer, voice actor, blogger.
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@xavierjwatson
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