FIRST MORNING LIGHT

FIRST morning has broken
like the first thought as
lonely birds sing bringing
love fresh from sun’s womb

Sweet new lit falling light
breaking water from last
evening’s lit-leaf

My mind is as this sweet Light
praising the elation of God’s
recreation of a New Day.

Mourning is broken as this
first morning as black bird
spoken: praise of this day
a new Morning.

Completeness in Love.

:: 12.20.2021 ::

About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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