Yesterday is a part of forever, Bound up in a sheaf, which God holds tight— With glad days and sad days and bad days, which never Shall visit us more with their bloom and their blight, Their fullness of sunshine and sorrowful night Isn’t it strange how long a night can grow Ere morning […]
Jan 13, 2020
Morning Has Broken
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The dawn slips in on silent feet. She glides through drowsy trees, stirring a leaf here and there. Something moves within the depths of a blue spruce. A bird, perhaps? Darkness is loathe to leave; clinging to corners and hollows. Finally, gathering shadows around herself like a cloak, night drifts away, yielding to the dawn […]
