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THE BLUE LIGHT
On Monday,
The blue spotlight shining through our bedroom window reminded me . . .
of the icicle inside of me.
On Tuesday
The blue icicle melted in the sunlight of poetry whispering as does the bird to a tree
and the flower, to a bee.
Tomorrow is Wednesday.
SUNLIGHT
As the sunlight shines through my window, I think of its beauty and love.
It shines upon objects below it,
Like angels, from heaven above.
To reach out for this Godly invention We'd surely be joyous and proud
To capture its radiant beams
And to empty the sky of all clouds.
Audrey Murray
88
M.H.
