Love Is
Love Is
Love wakes me in the morning, to a song of praise and thanks. Like the morning dew, fresh moisture gingerly felt as a pleasure to the senses.
The Wondrous visions of the Heavenly Order are sung to me by the birds, and whispered by the Comforters in the rising of the sun and the beginning, the refreshing of the day.
A tribute to God’s enduring covenant to heal the broken land, may my walk be in contentment and Peace, and in remembrance that whatever the battle, whatever the storm, Love Is.
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