Sweet Mornings

When morning breaks after the dark of night
tis a miracle that occurs.
Because my eyes can see it
the being in me purrs
with warm delight from morning's light.
I look at it and know
that when its hours pass away
and its time is here to go,
the intelligence that brought it
will repeat its ritual again.
And when my eyes pass from this world
all my sweet, sweet mornings
for me will say Amen.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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