Morning Comes

My dreams fade,
A change, night ere stirs
A new day blooms into being,
Paint dancing on canvas of existence,
This the silence, still winds, calm light air,
Soul pulling beauty dances across morning skies,
I cannot but know the fullest of Creation’s gifts
In this a blooming of life’s growth and rise,
I offer thanks to the One on highest,
The core of me lighting in bliss,
I become myself complete,
I become wholly real,
I become me…

-easy…

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