I’m glad he made it this far
all twenty years of him.
& he may be young & stupid
but he will make it through all of this.
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He will grow wise & older
& someday, truly be a man.
if he can make it to that meadow
& just stay alive till then.
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just to be alive
just to spend another day,
growing one day wiser
Lord, i pray, day by day…
“Dawn”
—written-2007-Lianna J Daniel—
The morning dew on the grass
Feels clean between my toes
Oh, it all happened so fast
And how it still grows
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It was black as charcoal
Embroidered with sparkling stars
Then the day awoke
With the hopes of so many hearts
—
A million colors
Shone as one light
Filled my soul with wonder
At the mere sight
—
Who could have imagined
Dreamed up such a glorious scene
Who else could have fashioned
This triumphant morning
—
A soft rustling stirs in the air
A whispering pass through the trees
And I offer a short prayer
In this moment of peace
—
And to welcome the dawn
To thank the almighty God,
The birds twitter a song
Oh, on such a morning… what could go wrong?
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The sun awoke
Stretching out its arms
Brilliantly rising to its throne
And warming all hearts
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Oh, how gorgeous this new day
Oh, what wonders it brings
Oh, how I’m amazed
At it’s sheer beauty
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Lord, I pray
Please make my life anew
Let me be amazed
By what i do through you
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Guide me through the darkness
Lead me to the light
Let me be a witness
To the pure love and beauty of life
two tiny green rain-boots
scamper across the lawn
mindless of the wet dew
at the glow of dawn
water sloshes rhythmically
as her dainty arms swing
to her antique water-can
her little fingers cling
with back pressed to the decaying wood
she leans into the creaking gate
entering into her magical world
that only she could create
… her princess garden
On the fresh gentle breeze,
floats a sweet aroma of spring.
Her auburn hair waves weightlessly
as the birds begin to sing
that’s only place she is free & safe
free of the shouting & abuse
princess gently bolts the heavy door
& peels off her slippery shoes
for this ground is soft & gentle
when her bare feet dance around
weaving a halo of vines & blossoms
she tenderly balances her crown
mossy walls shield from sight
the magical kingdom she reigns
with innocence still untainted
her past holds no guilt or stains
her garden is her secret
a courtyard enchanted
with the spell of innocence
& all the love implanted
one by one with water & love
the blooms are showered from her pitcher of tin
princess renewed this palace
though it had not always such been
for long ago, in another time
it had been the temple of kings
an ancient people had built these walls
filling it with most treasured things
but all the gold & silver treasures
princess gathered into a coffer
then buried it with disinterest
in what money had to offer
she prunes & plants
she aerates, she weeds
she waters & sows
rows of flower seeds
butterflies flutter among the blooms
of every imaginable color
saturated with vivid hues
awakening the soul to wonder
She breathes in the peace,
breathes out a wishful sigh,
then longs for powerful wings
and the freedom to fly…
I want to have ears to hear I want to have eyes to see I want to have wisdom to discern What you are asking of me
Grant me the heart to love fully Give me the courage to go Give me the strength to forgive Give me the knowledge to know
Let me find holiness Ears to hear & eyes to see the words you whisper & your vision for me
Give me the passion to serve Give me the faith to believe Give wisdom to discern Give me the hunger to seek
I beg for the prayer to pray I beg for the trust to obey Lord, I seek the truth to share I seek the willingness to change
I pray… you speak I begin to hear Your call… is found In the absence of my fear
Let me understand what you want What you want for me… Thank you for this glimpse of what this picture’s meant to be…
