Beautiful
Morn
Sun
sifts sparsely through the trees,
Bright
and brisk the autumn breeze,
Lifts
her skirted leaves to show,
Tops
and bottoms, dancing so.
Grass
still growing dewy light,
Glassy
beads on each blade bright,
Darkest
hue of evergreen,
It
lifts my soul, this autumn scene.
Raise
my eyes to skies so blue,
Rare to
see a cloud or two,
As the
birds soar, flying by,
This
moment filled with silent sigh!
In
awesome wonder here I stand,
Designed
by You, creation grand,
I lift
my voice, to God I praise,
All
thankfulness to You I raise!
Peter
Lowell Paulson
October
9, 2019
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