Morning In A Different Light Poem by elysabeth faslund
Morning In A Different Light
Morning. I see twilight
Edging your finger-painted
Child's creation.
Who sees better than the child...
Within...
The creator of
Laughing Magic.
Magic of twilight pushing morning
Ahead of its dawning...
For twilight dawns...even the same
As Morning.
The infant, awake, laughs, gurgles...
One blade of grass sheds dew.
We think nothing of this...
As we hold the infant to our heart...
Magnetizing finger-paintings for memory...
Morning plays with
Twilight Toys.
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5/5/2024 6:54:40 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Would that we could recapture that innocence of the child within and let it guide us in our daily lives. There is truly magic in this world if we look through the eyes of a child. This is simply beautiful and powerful. Linda :)