At last, touched by the sun, departs the night,
Easing her soft shade into glowing light;
Waking and stretching comes the promised day,
Heralded by the chorus roundelay.
The trees reflect the scurrying clouds, with leaves
Which rustle gently in the cooling wind
And break to myriad dancing thieves,
To steal my concentration and my mind.
I'm lost, gone to far lands of faery fame,
Where dreamy creatures carry forth the day.
Now nothing that I dreamt can be the same,
And all reality has changed to fay.
MORNING PRAYER
Dear Lord, forgive a wandering errant mind,
Which dwells on nature's wealth, not its creator.
Help me in all the wonders I now find,
To see Your hand, Your love for every creature.
Be with me through the day I have to face.
Whatever comes I know you're always there,
To strengthen, guide, inspire and heal, in case
I feel myself descending to despair.
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