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Friday, August 22, 2014

Morning's calling...

Swirling winds are whispering
Time to rise and time to sing
Humming sounds fill up the air
Angel guides are everywhere

Sounds of nature bright and pure
Call the heart and do allure
Every creature to that place
Where the Eternal has a space

No more sleeping time to rise
Is the echoing from the skies
Work is waiting; life is too
Morning's calling: so much to do..

Crickets slumber; ants arise
Birds are singing out replies
Trees and greenery all around
Greet the world with quiet sound

We're all so invited; yes we are
To bask beneath the morning star
While dawn's replacing passing night
We can become enamored with light

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