Friday, July 22, 2011


Calm, the waking of the day
And the mist below the hill
As the darkness seeps away
Disrobing shadows, dark and still

Calm, the streams of perfumed bloom
Hailing silently the morn
Calm, the pale fluorescent moon
And the field of verdant corn

Calm, the breeze stirring the air
And the limb of frothy green
Calm, the empty footprint where
Yesterday our tear had been

Calm, the light which strode before
The call of duty’s gentle toll
Calm the eye which sees the Lord
And all that yields to His control


Calm...that was the word which seemed to best fit the dawn today...

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