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 ::
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