Morning Is Breaking

In the serene quietness, of the Village
As the morning mist, began to lift
I lay quietly looking at the skies
Thanking "Great Spirit" for His gift 

A gift of life, to live on this earth
With wondrous things He created
From it's width . . .  To it's girth
How could one, not be elated 

Surrounded by wondrous mountains
Protecting. . . Like a Fortress, strong
Beauty, surrounds with dawn, breaking
With birds singing . . . A morning song 

Fragrance of grass, with it's morning dew
Gave cause for my soul to leap . . . .
For this gift, from our Great Spirit
With yet another day, in His keep

 Skidding a rock, across the stream
I watched as fish, were jumping high
All was picture perfect, almost a dream
I thanked the Heavens, with hands held high 

Breathing, the sweet gentle breeze
While animals scurried, about
Running through the brushes and trees
Enjoying nature . . .  As they scout 

My heart was grateful, as I built a fire
In preparation of my morning meal
In solitude . . .  In this early hour
I express to Him, His love that I feel 

This beauty he gave. . .  So freely to all
He wanted everything to be, so grand
For every nation, large and small
He blesses so graciously, with His Hand

Copyright 2008 © Judith Johnson Kypta