April 12, 2005

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  So this past Thursday I was at my church, watching the Pope’s funeral. I was up the entire night, not a moment of sleep. I arrived back at my dorm a little after 8am Friday morning to find Mystery Girl working at the front desk. I saw her through the window and all I could say was good morning. That’s all that came to me. Then I went to my room, wrote her the following poem, came back down, gave it to her and chatted for a moment, then went back upstairs.

  
  

   

  
  

  For you, oh sun

  
  

  For you everlong have I waited

  
  

  Through all the night kept quiet vigil

  
  

  In hope, in strong but humble hope

  
  

  Of seeing you rise this morn.

  
  

  My quiet prayer was answered, and

  
  

  Upon my pilgrim journey you shone

  
  

  Brilliantly, heavenly

  
  

  Oh God, how this shread of Thy Divine

  
  

  Creation causes me to weep! A deluge

  
  

  Born of eyes so blessed to view a

  
  

  Beauty wrought in Thy spirit, bottled

  
  

  In a cask finely crafted by Thy

  
  

  Loving hand!

  
  

  In the face of this angel,

  
  

  Sun, resplendant flare, blossom, starburst

  
  

  Flame, epiphany

  
  

  Oh, what great words, what unsung song

  
  

  Comes to my tongue, so divinely moved?

  
  

  “Good morning.”

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