Crisp stars have faded, crossing out their lights,
Fog of feeling, the morning spreads across it all,
Placed up here on the lip of the earth looking down on waters place,
The fourth or fifth dimension follows the sun, to begin the brightening.
Look closely as it shades the path as it runs and fills the scene,
Filling each nook, each little curve, with cleanliness and covering,
As one looks from above, as He must look down,
And see the life take shape, and work to fill its place.
The golden promise of the day, it falls from beneath the clouds,
In its own precious way, announces with quietness
This day shall keep forever the feeling of it being morning,
As it brings life to those below.
Ralph Peck
Photo by John Herzig
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