Beautiful Spirit
Nearly like smoke, the morning mist
Erases the night with all it’s laughter, shy
As the ridges hiding in the vapors
Foggy mountain morning embraces the leaves
Coated in dewy moods, shining like last night’s moon,
Wistful and warm, inviting the morning sun
Who can dry away the petals, pasting
Silky green with only the remembrance of the tree
Reflected in the shadows of a moon
Who has poured out its beauty and dropped
Behind the tempting touch of pastel
Hues, summer breathing her caress
Over the moments of blue, skies so blue
They seem to echo inspiration, soothing, beautiful
The kiss of a lover could never be more fragile
Or more attractive than this – the morning,
With all its magnificent thoughts blessing away
The lost and aching dark…
This is the storybook wedding of hope and faith
Hope lived in the stars, but gave herself away
To the faith in the clouds, who listen to dawn’s breathless
Entrance, her love for the light who leads the way
Into every present hope…
This is the endless miracle – the life
Hope who resides in timeless brilliance
Never giving up or giving in… always alive,
Like the gentle in the wind, like the love that brings her back
Again and again – eternally sending the gift that never ends,
The gift of forever.. with the most beautiful Savior!
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