Slowly dawn arrives with its golden light
in a path from the east, ending the night
darkness cannot remain, it must give way - recede
to the amazing beauty against which, all artists compete
I hear the call, sense His smile and feel the draw
to stop, take the time to see -and be in awe
from the quiet rings out the song of a bird
my heart joins in, knowing we both are heard.
I'm alive in the middle of this wonder
a mere shadow of what lays yonder
when I stop, when I look,- I hear God say to me;
"Come taste and see..."
Psalm 34:8 "Oh, taste and see that the Lord is good!"
-b
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