Mornings Hour Poem by Matthew Holloway
Mornings Hour
In the mornings hour
Amid the dew and quiet
I walk open hearted
In the freshness of a new day
I bare witness to it
A soul naked, vulnerable
No longer afraid
Wanting to live and love
Wanting to feel alive
In the mornings hour
I find myself here, there
In thought and in prayer
In the mornings hour
Amid the dew and bird song
I await the rising sun
The beginning of a new day
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