Saturdays Stroll

Waking with a fresh thought
In mornings Saturday
One of easy breathing
Cast burdens far away

Set out upon a stroll
In view of angles light
Sky of drifting blue
Lifting new insight

Leaves of falling yellow
Surprise of path ahead
Chipmunks scurrying
Food of which soul’s fed

Lyrics hidden message
Birds of journey call
Bridge found of the crossing
Fruit of summer falls

Drifting into you
Stilling soul to pray
Guiding spirit come
Lord reset my way

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