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Dawn-Blest Triumph
When dawn drifts into enchanted meadows…
…I’m awakened by triumphant morning shows
radiating divine Artist’s pose
supremely perfect nature can’t oppose
along firmament’s celestial glows.
When dawn drifts into enchanted meadows…
…my soul delights in haven of fellowship that does expose
gracious goodness of God* which I chose
basking under vibrant hope, surmounting woes
while communing with Him, intimately close.
When dawn drifts into enchanted meadows…
…I see myself midst floral terraces of rose and aloes
enjoying paradise-wellness where liberty goes
yon serenity and bliss can enclose
grateful to the Creator that His omnipotence my faith knows.
When dawn drifts into enchanted meadows…
…my spirit clamors for revival, arose
from rest of comforting night’s repose
to exalt the Lord with sincere praise, never verbose
inspired by His jubilant love, sans dark shadows.
*Psalms 34:8 O taste and see that the LORD is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him.
April 29, 2024
1st place, "Line Inspiration" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 5/4/2024
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Beata Agustin
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