The Morning Is Here Before The First Light Poem by Shalom Freedman
The Morning Is Here Before The First Light
The morning is here before the first light
The night ends while there is still darkness
My mind is on the day ahead
I can already feel the breeze when I walk out the door to Shul
I am writing these words as my freedom and hope
Soon soon there will be light outside
But already within there is something I see and feel
Of first light and its special beauty.
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