In the Morning
In the morning,
Before the dew is dried
As the sky turns lighter
The sun begins to shine
Reflecting all the beautiful
On the roses so alive, dancing
Beneath the sunrise, preparing
The morning for the promise of a kindness
Displayed on the graceful moments
When day arises to meet the heart,
Blessing, reflecting, directing…
In the morning,
Before the new has arrived
As the sky remembers twilight
There is the wonderful singing in sapphire
Whispers, erasing the mystery
Night’s breathless dark – hesitating
In the lonely ache of a past
When nothing but silence was felt
In the heavy mist of the morning,
As life began anew and joy inspired the truth…
In the morning,
Before the first moments of sun
Erases the melancholy, the gloom
From the shadows, so hypnotizing
Promising the heart to be still, to listen
In the waking of the soul’s breathless
Dawning… in the moments before the
Colors of hope remind us that this heart
Is fortunate to know the new, the fresh, the
First-hand experience, the blessedness…
In the morning,
Before peace prepares the spirit
There comes a revelation, memory
Preventing hope to move to the past,
Blocking the way for pain to prey…
With a prayer, a psalm, a magnificent
That comes to life inside those who know
Sunrise remembers to bring with it
Hues of joy, hues of love, hues of flowing
Embracing with a voice from above –
A voice singing, reciting poetic words
In visions, dreams, feelings bleeding
With the intimacy of a breathing – teasing
Away the dark and whispering kindness
Into the morning, where light inspires the heart
The soul to know the reasons behind the sun’s
Tenderness, glistening with the gentleness
Only found in the soul who believes in this –
The Son who shines far brighter than the sunrise!
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