River Solitude

Photo by Gamaliel Masters



Morning is come



Morning is come And soon will pass away Warmed with Sunshine --Bright this day Birds sing Spring Coming... Coming... Water plays along Ripples its song On its way Flowing -- joining -- growing -- The breeze of new fresh air Sways the budding branches Of the tree over there
                                ...And there
-- Everywhere -- quiet
                                   listen
You may hear the green grass growing Upon the hills of paradise

~~linda lee gardner-masters


(a re:Shaping from Linda's Journal)
[p. 79, LOVEJOY
Dawn Vision Press, 1986]

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