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First Light
by Leonard M HawkesEarly,
Beneath a dark morning
Autumn-constelated sky,
The south mountain breeze
Struggling against me;
I walk with Him.
We have no secrets.
And in His knowing,
I am somehow fortified--
Weakness becomes hope.
Hope--faith, Faith
Even unto a Knowledge
Of that Dawning in the East.
10/23/2007 Author's Note: The daily two miles before sunrise. (This one has been set to music as a religious choral piece.)
Posted on 10/23/2007
Copyright © 2024 Leonard M Hawkes
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 10/24/07 at 05:21 PM There is a peace that comes from understanding that He knows all, and loves us unconditionally, affording a totality or completeness that no other experience on earth offers. This is beautiful. |
| Posted by Wendy Sparling on 01/19/08 at 10:33 PM I like this spritual poem and the enlightment that surrounds it. You have beautiful thoughts. |
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