I Let Myself Be Bathed In The Morning Sun Poem by Noen Muti

I let myself be bathed in the morning sun,
the gentle breeze that blows softly caresses my skin,
I sink into the silence of nothingness,
only there, in that stillness, I find the soft whispers of God's love.

The birds sing, with melodies so serene still entrusted by God,
as if they were sent to console me, to keep me company,
with every breath, I feel His presence,
erasing the sorrow left by the haunting night.

Each morning, I cry in freedom,
for the night has burdened my heart with unspoken pressure,
but when the morning comes, the warmth of the sun soaks into my weary soul,
erasing the dark traces of the night and opening a new page.

I stand on the threshold of the morning,
allowing the sun to wrap my cold body,
beneath His light, I feel a hope slipping in,
seeping through the pores of my skin and my fragile soul,
healing the hidden wounds behind my smile.

Each morning is a cup of forgiveness,
I take a deep breath of the morning air, filling my lungs with life,
as if God Himself breathes His love into me,
inviting me to make peace with the night that has passed, and to move forward again.
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