Thought
Quiet dawn expectant rise
Moon’s silver belly to expand
Meandering clouds to smother
Reflections warm in air’s cover
Voice of silence pause to speak
Glow of inward presence now
Affirming words march toward
Matching message of my Lord
Drowning grace, surge of thanks
For sheer goodness overflows
From endless filling cup of gold
Pour from molten love to mould
Prayer
O Lord what thanks and praise are ever adequate? But you know my heart and dwell in its midst. Grant that purity of heart that ever reflects Thy glowing warmth.
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