THE SILENCE

 

In the hushed, sweet silence

Of the early morn,

The earth fresh with dew,

Newly reborn;

I treasure the cool

Almost mystical air,

The first bird song,

I listen with care.

The sleeping shadows

Soon disappear

As the light of dawn

Draws softly near.

The air is scented

With natures perfume,

Honeysuckle, Gardenia

And Roses in bloom.

Time to gather our thoughts

As we start a new day,

To speak to our God

And lift our hearts to pray;

To thank Him for the beauty

Should be our special goal,

In the hushed, sweet, silence

He feeds our hungry souls.

By Dorothy I. McCarty 2001

 

 

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