One surprise on our recent visit to Hawaii was the roosters, walking around in public with no boundaries or limitations. One morning, a stubborn rooster woke us up early and evoked the fledgling poet within me.
"Repent!"
But why does the rooster crow
still- on this infant morning.
Does Peter still need his reminder
or does the siren sound for
some other's benefit- pledging
a commitment beyond their keeping.
Or is it the fresh light of
a new day that stirs the
rooster so- head high,
chest out, royal herald
of good news from the One
whose dawn always engulfs the night.
July, 2012
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