MORNING MIST
Dawn begins, and there is a misty fog
over the brook,
All is silent, not even a ripple
in the water below
A serenity that is like none other;
peace fills the air.
The day is beginning to open
as the sun begins to glow.
The minutes go by, and ever so gently
the fog will fade
But the blessings of the day
have begun with a special peace
A time to let the mind rest
and think of all God's love.
A time of renewal, letting the mind
begin fresh and problems release.
Just for a while
those special moments
of the day are needed
A tranquil time of
gathering thoughts,
A time of giving loving
thanks to the Father
Splendor of the early morning
and then the day goes forward.
Kentucky_Lady4
November 14, 2004
Special thanks to a wonderful
friend, for allowing me to use
her beautiful poem. Please visit
her site to read more of her poems.
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