Moving softly o’er the earth, she comes;
Stirring breezes, rippling lightwaves;
Gliding in on morning’s light.
Dear, gentle wisp of spirit light
Lovely creature of the Dawn...
How tenderly she comes.
O’ gentle, cleansing winged-one~
Bless me with your light!
Come to me, yes, come to me,
Let me breathe your whispered sigh!
How will we, you or I,
Know her when she comes,
This lovely Angel of the Dawn?
She comes to us on bless-ed wings....
A tender brush against the cheek and
A softly whispered sigh…
Let your spirit soar with her
When next she comes your way,
Release yourself and join her dance
In God's early morning light....
-Shannon July 27, 2009
Shannon has done it again with her latest post. Lots for us to think about.
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You have inspired me again. You write such beautiful things. Truly a gifted spiritual teacher and writer always in the light. Thankyou for you Shannon.
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Shannon - the poet in me recognizes the poet in you - Namaste, Kathy
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