Softly and gently
The morning begins
Holding out fresh hope.
Light waits at the sweep
With a sanguinity
and dewy cool smile.
It reassures us
offering a bare
and mist hidden hand
to invite first steps
over the passage
when we cannot see
into the reveal,
the clearing ahead.
Faith is the steady
mettle holding us
balanced, straight and tall.
Faith in our selfhood.
Faith in our knowledge.
Faith in our placement
in the universe.
Faith in the advance
of a perfect plan.
Beautiful poem
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas!
Both the poem and the photo are perfect! Love this post, Tabor.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Morning is such a hopeful time.
ReplyDeleteHey , it's been along time since we've had a special poem. Thanks.
ReplyDeletelovely photo. things do seem more hopeful in the morning.
ReplyDeleteFaith has meant a lot to me, especially in recent months.
ReplyDeleteAlmost gives me faith. The photo is exquisite!
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