Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Whispered Dawn



The brighter shade of gray announced the dawn.
 
Heavy drizzle saturated the ground. 
 
Sustenance is a good thing. 
 
A doe awoke, stood, stretched,
and slipped away from the edge of the clearing. 
Her companion rose from the tall grasses
and followed her into the woods.

With a whisper, a new day begins.
 
Good morning, LORD.

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