A Blessed New Morning
A Blessed New Morning
Smoking clouds, skylight change
Palm trees and leaves that range,
Time of day, crowned with jewelled hue
Against the ethereal, seeming blue.
Placid waters drink in radiant shadows,
Music coloured by dew kissed meadows.
Gold, green, darker shades glow
The Master Artist, we all ignore.
Stop and watch this beauty unfold
As His art He doth ne’er withhold.
Enjoy the sight of wondrous scene
Duplicated not on His canvass green.
Praise the Lord that lets us dream
Hope in Him no matter how extreme.
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