In this morning
the dawn escapes my breath
In this morning
the sky cries with remembrance
In this morning
You ride the hill of memory
In this morning
The world does not hear my prayer
In this morning
The children of the world are singing
In this morning
Evie is waking up
Owen begins his day
In this morning
The words flow like cream
In this morning
I pray to Thee Oh, God
for all good things
to touch my family and my friends
as we have what we have
soft crevices of morning
holds me
once again in the lap
of gentleness
of serene dreams
waking
I have P E A C E.
Monday, 16 January 2012
In this morning..... have a beautiful day! - Anita Holzberg
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