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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Mist rises across our mountains, Foretelling of the sunlight’s piercing smile At the edge of woodsy silence, babbling brook Quiet leaves, close to falling…. Clutching limbs through hesitant light Erasing the mystical songs of autumn’s news Crisp and fresh, the laughing grace Pouring from the creek’s flow and the soundless Blur of a moss covered log who knows What it is to be blessed with the caress of paws Squirrels and rabbit, deer’s hefty hooves Embracing the morning, flowing Hopes and dreams and praises of belief And the wind stills the night As the mist continues on its way Rising, rising, rising To tell the rivers and creeks All the wonders of a spiritual psalm, Aching to be read by the one who hears The melody of God’s voice On the edges of mountain ridges, Along the banks of creek, In the sunlight’s fleshy dream And the night says its goodbye as the story of a prayer invites the believer to hear what is beyond the knowing, in the softest light beautiful stirrings of sunrise praises, pouring from the mountains, across the silence, in the stories of what was before, what will be and what is meant for only the heart to see…. Yes, God is to be praised By even the stones and the hills and the trees, By the moments of breathless dreams, By the stars, the sun and the leaves… By everything that has breath… especially me!
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