Muse of my morning
Restoreth my soul
Night has held me fast…
With waking dreams –
Mysterious things
Open wide your arms
Beckon Dawn wake
From silent starlit slumber…
Tossing her veil
That light shall prevail
With blessed beams streaming
Omnipotent God with a thousand fingers
Comforts, a touch of warmth palpable;
I’ll question not an infinite sky
The unexplainable, mysterious…”why?”
Rather bask in the beauty
Of Dawns glorious resurrection
While conquering dreaded Night;
Friend of some, foe of plenty
When sleeplessness robs so many
Muse of my morning
Restoreth my soul
Night has held me fast…
With waking dreams –
Mysterious things.
O’Prunty ©
8/9/15
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