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That Wondrous Hawk

September 22, 2020, 9:36

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That wondrous hawk, my brother!

He woke me from my sleep!

Majestic, on the chimney,

he called without a beep.

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It’s Equinox. The Records

hold all their pens prepared,

this special day, scribe down,

how old Mankind fared!

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In silence stands. Majestic,

this conquerer of skies.

It looks at me, all quiet,

with his big, wondrous eyes.

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It’s the first time, this marvel

Messenger of the Heights,

in dignified presence

signals the end of fights!

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For Sun has crossed horizon.

The special day has come.

A New and fresh, transmuted,

Mankind shall become.

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A Mighty Day. So special,

the hawks arrive in flight,

to chase away tenebrous

and much too long a night.

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Greet you, my wondrous brother!

The day is here to stay.

I see the Portals open

to Freedom, all the way!

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I thank you, wondrous falcon!

To wake me from my sleep.

Messenger through the ages,

of strength and faith to keep.

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He flew… a Flyer Master!

With graceful, mighty wings!

A New Epoch he’s bringing,

from Heaven’s Cosmic winds…

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