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Gerald Bosacker

Harbinger

When blackness of departing night
turned yellow with the dawn,
I watched a robin soft alight
upon my dew soaked lawn.
His voice sang out across the way,
sweet music for my ear.
Bright promise of a perfect day
wrapped in his song of cheer.
Someone taught him what to say
and sanctified each word.
God's blessing for the coming day
sung by angelic bird.