Monday, November 8, 2010

FOR LIBERTY


The monks are praying Psalms at this dark hour,
Their vigil chant awakening the dawn,
I too this night am wakened by the power
The will to live to see the morning sun.
Our cat has caught a mouse with vigil care,
From some unknown dark corner down beneath,
With mouse in mouth she prays her vigil prayer,
Her prey still praying, begging for release. 
Survival beats a drum in every heart,
The cat and mouse, the lion and the lamb,
We all desire another dawning start,
To raise our praise to Abrams' captive Ram.
I caught the mouse to set it forest free,
With beating grateful heart for liberty.

(Sonnet written by David Robinson, November 8, 2010, at 4:30a.m.)

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