In the Early Days of Spring
In the first kiss of sunrise,
I sit, still waking.
In the quiet of this day,
I stir a bit, composing.
In the time before talking begins,
I recognize grace and hope.
In the hours to come,
I will lose some of this peace.
In the hours before I return to sleep,
I will pray for gratitude for this good day.
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