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Morning Prayer
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Morning Prayer |
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Essorant Member Elite
since 2002-08-10
Posts 4769Regina, Saskatchewan; Canada |
I slowly lift my lazy head, Sit up, and, slidden out of bed, Open the lattice, and behold, The world wrapt in unworldly gold. My visage feels the early air Already pulsing with its prayer. The ghosts of stones no longer snore But shed their spiritual blood t'adore Almighty God. The sun's bright rays Are stretching out with trembling praise. The pearly dewdrops spark with love; The grass, the grit, all look above At Heaven's grace with inner eyes, In wonder and renewed surprise. The flyers and the creepers show The proper form of faith they know. The soil, the hills, the leaves, the trees, The clouds, the lakes, the waves, the breeze, All meet the miracle of the day In such a gratitudinous way, I blush that I'm in such delay; I blush, then join them as they pray. |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Beautiful! Just beautiful! I loved every line. ~L |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
You reinforce the power of prayer and the simple beauty of Gods gifts and miracles that are a part of our daily lives even when Mother Nature is having a rough day. Your poem is uplifting and makes me grateful. |
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Essorant Member Elite
since 2002-08-10
Posts 4769Regina, Saskatchewan; Canada |
Many thanks for your kind response, Lori and Blues. |
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