Morning Poem No. 7

Sweet sunrise
Morning breeze
The rays that hug
The winds that kiss
Kvell!
‘Tis sheer bliss
Be thankful!
‘Tis an added day
Of quietude
Of peace

Luz

 

hold on tight,
never falter.
that day, too,
shall come
when at last!
we shall see
the
glorious
wonder
of that
Light that
shall never
flicker.