My dearest and oldest friend, poet and writer Kelli Geopfert, wrote this recently and I had to share, to me it represents the hope and rebirth of life we have every morning. Joy does come in the morning…
Maxfield Parrish morn
Dimple gray through the spires
Orange-purple sigh
A drinkable fire.
How hushed the dawn
How solitary the moment
All whispers and vespers
From thoughts once dormant.
I sing an orison
To the river-like sky
Bowing my head
An innocent child
For this morning-fresh
Fire-forged favor
Looks down on me
In plum-gasped splendor.
Darkling thoughts disappear
In the wings of the morn
And for one splendid moment
A new hope is born.
Copyright Kelli Renee Geopfert 2017
Saturday Soul 
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