MORNING PRAYERS
As the sun breaks through the morning fog, I take a breath of the fresh morning air.
The Quiet echos remnants of night's past, as a doe silently wanders through a bed of sweet grass.
My heart is calm, my soul warm-- for this is a touch of heaven.
The day springs forth a re-burst of life, as morning prayers ring out melodies from branches high.
Time could stop at this moment of perpetual beauty and I would remain content with my life.
This is dawn, a time filled with the wonder of God-sent pastoral hues and grace.
--- Jewel
(Photo: Lonely Lake, Gunflint Trail, Boundary Waters Minnesota -- accessed only on foot.)
(Photo: Lonely Lake, Gunflint Trail, Boundary Waters Minnesota -- accessed only on foot.)
©Julie Taylor 2000/www.heartofawriter.com 1999-2012
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