Poem June 13, 1988 Issue

Morning

Morgana Barbara Lee

The very sound of it
mellows the day.
Morning!
Try to say it without singing.
Hear it ringing
in prisms of light:
"His compassions ...
are new every morning."Lam. 3:22, 23.

The heart's dark night
cannot last.
See it melt in the dawn of
innocence—
Soul's morning—
feel it full on your face,
warm as the sunrise!

Morgana Barbara Lee

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