SPOKEN****AN EARLY MORNING SOLITUDEHasthe Beautyof the DayToFind YourselfWherethe Sun is CuttingThroughthe TreesWatchingThePaintingof the MorningBythe Sun'sGolden RaysToReach downand Touch YouFeeling the Warmthof DayToThink aboutWhatis ComingInthisVerySpecial DayMeditatinguponthe LightShiningThroughthe TreesReflectinglikea PrismWhenit Toucheduponthe LeavesToSeeAllof God'sBeautyWhenthe MorningBreaksthe Day.A PoeatreemanA ThoughtNo Matter!What Hour I WakeIRise to His GloryEdgar Allan Prieto10/27/78Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto
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ReplyDeleteAN EARLY MORNING SOLITUDE
Has
the Beauty
of the Day
To
Find Yourself
Where
the Sun is Cutting
Through
the Trees
Watching
The
Painting
of the Morning
By
the Sun's
Golden Rays
To
Reach down
and Touch You
Feeling
the Warmth
of Day
To
Think about
What
is Coming
In
this
Very
Special Day
Meditating
upon
the Light
Shining
Through
the Trees
Reflecting
like
a Prism
When
it Touched
upon
the Leaves
To
See
All
of God's
Beauty
When
the Morning
Breaks
the Day.
A Poeatreeman
A Thought
No Matter!
What Hour I Wake
I
Rise to His Glory
Edgar Allan Prieto
10/27/78
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto