Morning has come.
No matter what the night held,
No matter how dim
the hope of a new day seemed.
The newly risen sun
joins with the dew,
and the spinners' handiwork
to bejewel my window.
Even the most lowly creature
offers beauty to the world.
Beauty that would be missed,
had morning not come.
Thank you Lord,
for the small glimmers
that pierce my darkness.
Reminders of You.
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