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Monday, June 26, 2017

Misty mornings

Misty mornings make their sound
For the world that's all around
Stretching, singing, one and all
Creatures wake us: great and small

And the elements one by one..
Sparkle with the rising sun.
Sounding,soothing, seeping in:
With their energies, we begin..

Colorful auras, and the breeze,
Delight the seeker who quickly sees:
Beauty, wonder, God's own breath
In the heights and in the depth

Could we, should we stop and gaze
At the dawning of those rays;
Coming from the morning light:
Would we see things with pure sight...?

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