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Harold Macdonald |
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Morning has broken! Fresh is the snowfall Sparkling like diamonds In the dawn’s light: Praise in the stillness Of winter’s resting! Praise in the fierceness Of winter’s might!
Morning has broken! Pink lights the prairies! Warm are the colours Of the dawn's cold. Yours is the beauty! Glory is yours, when Day brushes tree tops With burnished gold!
Morning has broken! Lynx, wolf and coyote, (Winter fur warms them), Stealthily move: Little birds pecking Berries on bushes, Fluffing their feathers, Speak of your love!
Morning has broken! We stand before You Bathed in the dawning Of the new day! We would be one with Beauty around us. Lord, recreate us In every way!
Copyright © Harold Macdonald, Poems from the Eighth Decade |
[Tune: Morning has broken]