Embraced in morning glory,
Wrapped in lambent light,
The warmth a radiant blessing,
Imbuing with delight.
Dawn rouses up the heavens,
Night must haste away,
It’s time for Lauds, the birds awake.
To worship and to pray.
The sun in all its majesty,
Aflame in crimson bold,
Lightly touches every cloud,
They glow in amber gold.
Flowers in field and garden,
Shimmering with dew,
Lift sleepy little faces,
To praise their Lord anew.
He lavishes His treasures,
And everyone is free,
No earthly prince can hope to match,
The gifts God's given me.
Myra D’Souza / 14 April 2018
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