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Just Before Dawn

In the distance the trill song of a swallow

By Bob MetivierPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
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Just before dawn

The new day yet to wake

In the distance the trill song

Of a swallow for its mate

His is a simple fate

The greatest of favor

Lives fully for the day

In the hands of his Creator.

He never wanders long

Freely soars through the shade

To the home where he belongs

Across the surface of the lake

Snatching breakfast on his way

His days constant and sure

Hours pass as they were made

In the hands of his Creator.

In his innocent song

I thought I heard him say

It won’t be so very long

Let your worries fall away

Catch the day’s soft cooling grace

Do not chase to find the answers

That so patiently await

In the hands of our Creator.

My hair now turning gray

The days are ending sooner

Troubles etched upon my face

Yet in the hands of my Creator

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Originally posted on Medium 1.20.2022

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About the Creator

Bob Metivier

Singer/songwriter/lyricist/composer and poet using various forms. My focus is on Life, Life Lessons, Social Justice, relationships and the building up of individuals and relationships.

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