By Hank Christian
Date: 1 October 2000
Daybreak
The birds sing over the lake this morn
As the floating mist is torn apart in ghostly tendril
By a glorious autumn sun
That kisses my skin with tender caress
Face turned up in relish, warmth, worship
And nature bounds with life
As the geese chatter noisily
And the forest whitetails drink nervously nose to the wind
But there is no smell on danger on the air now
As the battle is over
And the white and the light
And the mystery of Love have banished the dark
And I will not wonder the how
Or the why
But simply say thanks for another day of life.
01.10.00 *Hank*
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