The Glory of the Morning

31 Jan

A Life to Live

Melody Hendrix

 

The glory of the morning awaits our step
Days promise reborn as we slept
Dew is the tears that darkness wept
On each blade of grass the promise is kept

Light above chases shadows beneath
Bud and blossom and furled leaf
A gentle urging the day bequeaths
A shake, a nudge, a call from sleep

Angled shafts of grays and blues
Shifting through the morning hews
The veil is lifted, the colors are loosed
So that first light might brighten our view

Awaken, open, raise your head
Nights gone away, finally fled
Turn pink, turn blue turn yellow turn red
Day is coming, make your bed.

Author Unknown

 

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2 Responses to “The Glory of the Morning”

  1. Onisha Ellis February 3, 2017 at 9:31 pm #

    This is lovely, Melody. One of my life mottos is that each day begins fresh.

    Like

  2. divoran09 January 31, 2017 at 11:31 am #

    How gorgeous. Love the colors! Wonderful poem, too.

    Love, DiVoran

    Like

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