Jan 2012
Morn
While you were sleeping God made a new one a day starting with a beautiful morning. He took a little
Splash of sunshine added a dash of hope he carries the greatest basket filled with Gardenias roses irises
To many others to mention they all are moist from a select and special dew from his private collection he
Draws them out with care and at select locations he puts them to his face and then gently blows
Uncommon fragrances over the country side you could say unnoticed better to say unseen he does
Nature’s bidding he looks ever watchful keeping the rhythm in tune with the divine design.
Before you ever stir to meet the new day he sends the most beautiful rays they cast their spell on the
Dogwood tree the fields he fills with his sweet silent thoughts they surround the visitor their weighted
Voluminous thickness enriches the air the birds are first to feel this electrifying evidence of his havening
Had passed this way they try to match the songs they chirp to this delirious natural order to the most
Part they succeed their dreamy charms pass over the window sill up the sleeping form they with lightest
Touch softly announces magic waits in all the borders of your waking world.
This happens in the Shenandoah Valley in meadows soft rolling hills in wooded glades streams glisten as
This all consuming charged air travels unbidden but still ordered it is welcomed and it slips on as a
Bucket to full it jostles out like stirred and brimming laughter it baths the breadth and height of the
Country side willfully with power it creates even crisper lines than the sun originally exposed eyes see
Deeper hues more tasteful shapes like seeing a long lost friend after a long absence these emotions
Surge through the body heart and soul what is missing in this perfect picture the Sun blazes the trees seem to stretch and yawn the flowers
Now awake the night covers have been gathered and are being refreshed waiting till dusk announces its
Time for them to stand in as the sun slowly slips down in the western sky. A time for opportunity you are the brush that fills in the painting that you will hang on the walls of your life your friends will be pleased for the depth and emotions that will arrest their vision when they look at the still calm that your living portrait captures. The peaks of the house draw your sight up the walls to this mounted finished perfection as the morning is the head of the day all flows down as the backdrop of activity glows as you pass test that enlarge your soul and spirit ever is the object to others I am the best friend when I am a servant drawn to others by love’s care and duty.
While you were sleeping God made a new one a day starting with a beautiful morning. He took a little
Splash of sunshine added a dash of hope he carries the greatest basket filled with Gardenias roses irises
To many others to mention they all are moist from a select and special dew from his private collection he
Draws them out with care and at select locations he puts them to his face and then gently blows
Uncommon fragrances over the country side you could say unnoticed better to say unseen he does
Nature’s bidding he looks ever watchful keeping the rhythm in tune with the divine design.
Before you ever stir to meet the new day he sends the most beautiful rays they cast their spell on the
Dogwood tree the fields he fills with his sweet silent thoughts they surround the visitor their weighted
Voluminous thickness enriches the air the birds are first to feel this electrifying evidence of his havening
Had passed this way they try to match the songs they chirp to this delirious natural order to the most
Part they succeed their dreamy charms pass over the window sill up the sleeping form they with lightest
Touch softly announces magic waits in all the borders of your waking world.
This happens in the Shenandoah Valley in meadows soft rolling hills in wooded glades streams glisten as
This all consuming charged air travels unbidden but still ordered it is welcomed and it slips on as a
Bucket to full it jostles out like stirred and brimming laughter it baths the breadth and height of the
Country side willfully with power it creates even crisper lines than the sun originally exposed eyes see
Deeper hues more tasteful shapes like seeing a long lost friend after a long absence these emotions
Surge through the body heart and soul what is missing in this perfect picture the Sun blazes the trees seem to stretch and yawn the flowers
Now awake the night covers have been gathered and are being refreshed waiting till dusk announces its
Time for them to stand in as the sun slowly slips down in the western sky. A time for opportunity you are the brush that fills in the painting that you will hang on the walls of your life your friends will be pleased for the depth and emotions that will arrest their vision when they look at the still calm that your living portrait captures. The peaks of the house draw your sight up the walls to this mounted finished perfection as the morning is the head of the day all flows down as the backdrop of activity glows as you pass test that enlarge your soul and spirit ever is the object to others I am the best friend when I am a servant drawn to others by love’s care and duty.
