Each morning, sun a golden gleam,
A sober breath, a waking dream.
No haze to blur, no fog to hold,
Just simple moments, brave and bold.
New colors paint the common day,
Awareness lights the path I stray.
Hope whispers low, a steady friend,
Faith takes my hand, till journey's end.
My heart grows wide, can hold more light,
For others' struggles, dark and bright.
These gifts I find, I must keep near,
So I can share, and banish fear.
The simple joy, a gift so pure,
To live each day, my soul secure.
In grace's light, I stand and see,
This life reborn, for you and me.
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