When the Mornings Come-N

When the mornings come, The antenna of my soul rises to catch a frequency of The Divine When the mornings come, My soul sings melodies unheard by mortal ears; unuttered by human lips When the mornings come, my soul rejoices as the real me unfolds and soaks in the sacred moments of quietness When the mornings come, I long inside, wishing they might long endure, but time disallows such lasting sacred treats, and the mornings smile and wave as they retreat 110421PS