not the metal-on-metal scream of the garbage truck...
but the full-throated song...
of an unknown inhabitant of a neighborhood tree...
not the chatter or screech of the blue jay...
not even the gentle call of the mourning dove...
but the joyful, absolutely necessary, burst of song...
that soars out and up...
rising to God with ever more elaborate trilling...
each phrase more passionate than the last....
until I am awake...
shaking off the chains of Morpheus...
eager to join the song...
God is so good...
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