The faint stirrings
of light and birdsong
signal the morn,
just as in Eden –
a new day is born.
Shafts of sun
through drifting mist
as the forest floor was lit
to comfort human spirit
with gentle assurance
our eyes would upward lift…
oh to have lived a single day
with such communion and in such
bliss;
surely His salvation to us all
holds a return to such as this.
