“My Morning”
In His hands the
The breeze is cool.
The sun brings it’s shine
And the sky a prominent blue.
This morning is mine.
This special time
Makes me sing with the birds.
It’s good to be alone
Left unheard.
Yet somehow I fail
They relate.
The peace I seek
Seems to have found..
another landing ground.
Not all of life is complex
Or profound..
Not even flowery text.
Just a mystery revealed
A peace sealed…
In the early morning.
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