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Thursday, October 6, 2011

Morning Reflection

In the silence of the morn while the darkness is around;
There's a crispness in the air, and mother earth begins to sound.
Slowly moving, plants reach up to grasp the colors of the sky
 And crawling creatures stir about while the wind is whispering by

Trees are swaying to the tune carried by the passing breeze
Birds unite in mystic sound to synchronize the swaying trees
The morning star breaks out in fashion to warm  the infant air
Soon the universe is awakened by golden kisses   everywhere

Oh vast beauty of this world, how often  we fail to see
The imprints of the Eternal Spirit: drawing  us  to Eternty
We  busy ourselves with futile musings and seek for nothing more
Than pleasures that are momentary; but, not what we are made for..

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