I like early morning walks the best when silence is in its last rest soon enough there will abound the cacaphony of daily sounds
enshrouded in a cloak of fog I let myself melt in like dew knowing the elements can be friendly when we let them be though there is a damp chill in the air soon sun will make all things fair I say my thankful morning prayers
Communing with nature as I walk I hear the birds begin to talk I love to listen to their chatter Just like all families discussing matters Some sing so prettily it lifts the spirits I'm so happy I can hear it As the suns rays appear and warm me I find I'm content just to be
felt I was walking through that fog - maybe I have been! - and it was wonderful the way you called my attention to the chatter of birds and the presence of God. blessings today, Eileen!
Finding contentment in just "being" is a very spiritually and emotionally mature place to reach. I have a feeling you go there often, Eileen. Beautiful write. xxxxoooo Janet
Reviewed by Candy T (Reader)
Reviewed on January 22, 2006
there are few things as beautiful - and you captured this perfectly.
The morning chorus of the warblers... Soul music.
Nothing so lifts the soul like a morning ramble.
My new year res' was to get up early and go for early walks. Still working on the first part..
The quiet hours of the morning, while the world sleeps and I spend time breathing in all of nature, is when I feel the closest to God. As the sun rises, I marvel at His amazing handiwork as one by one, the sun brings it all into view. It is then when I have a silent moment to be alone and at one with Him. That is my favorite and most rewarding moment of my day. This is a beautiful accounting of how you become part of all that is, as you watch the day unfold and see the beauty of everything that has been created for us. Very nice work, Eileen! This poem reads like a gentle sigh that refreshes the soul.
Take care,
Sherry
I am in total agreement with Sage below, this is very complimentary work to personal relaxation and calm !
I also love walking in the fog Eileen !
Peter
This morning poem goes well with my morning cup of coffee. One compliments the other. Early Morning Fog takes me on a nature walk that takes place cerebrally and physically on this plane of life. Very warming page, Eileen. Thanks for the inspiration in so that we may start another day of putting thoughts to the page. Blessed Be.
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Nothing so lifts the soul like a morning ramble.
My new year res' was to get up early and go for early walks. Still working on the first part..
Take care,
Sherry
I also love walking in the fog Eileen !
Peter
Ron
love and peace to you
Carole
Sage
We feel as if we just walked back into the door.
Birgit and Roger
Paul;-)