O, Daryl, your ‘sounds of the morning’ poem echo my first waking thoughts, so precious that I wish to re-blog here for others to delect in, thank you for that.
Sounds of the morning
The soul to discern
Of gifts that are offered
As each take their turn
Beyond the horizon
With the light of day
A flock of geese honking
As they fly on their way
The cattle are lowing
A whine of a horse
The sweet song of sparrow
The silence of course
For all draw attention
To our God to raise
In their own expression
Of unique song of praise
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