Morning’s Mercies

 

Morning’s Mercies

 

Fresh, morning’s mercies

Recreated new world

Still trembling in moistures

Of crystal dew-drops

These shining pearls

Festoon green-leafed spots

Of glory

 

Ancient trees, boulders

At edge of water’s shoulders

Could tell many a story

If we take the time to listen

Upon the banks of an earthy liquor

sparkling in bright glistens

Of past times caught, moving

within its wettest web

 

It’s moving cascades end

Where the calm lake’s surface begins

Kissed by angel’s lips

Granting serenity, peace

To all willing beneath

Its surface their mind to dip

To contemplate and connect

With our Creator’s grace-full face

 

 

 

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