Mercy In The Morning Poem by Jeanne B. Cushman

Mercy In The Morning



Soul, neglect to wish for past expected joys,
Fail to capture your imagination, thus.
Real joys are stored for favor, when all earth's noise
Shall cease, to reveal goodness, now feared as loss.

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Jeanne B. Cushman

Jeanne B. Cushman

Succasunna, New Jersey
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