Mornings make me smile
as the fog lifts (my spirits;)
first seedlings of lovegrass
blowing kisses in the wind;
your light beaming
through each strand
of wildflowers.
How can you
do anything but shine
when all of creation bows
and curtsies in honor
of the work
your two hands have done.

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I am writing a poem a day from November 25- December 25th to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day 5. . This is the 6th year that I have done this and it is a blessing.

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