Essays on the self
The public thoughts of a private Christian
Tuesday, July 5
Dawn
Oh morning light of dawn, how I love the colors you give,
the cold still in my back, the scent of God as clear as the day, the first sounds morning.
Morning light,
you can only be the work of love,
only the kindest embrace.
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