Morning
Dew falls
Clothing the earth
With the freshness of Love
Yesterday now is gone, all things
Made new
I wake
From slumber to newness of life
Still I know the path hard,
It must be trod
This day
Morning
Dew falls
Clothing the earth
With the freshness of Love
Yesterday now is gone, all things
Made new
I wake
From slumber to newness of life
Still I know the path hard,
It must be trod
This day
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A beautiful, insightful poem my friend
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So true – a new day, a new page in the book of life!
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Thanks Val
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