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
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