Reborn

Margaret V.Doran

In the dove-grey morning
with the dew still on the ground
when the early morning mists
are gently rising all around

In that space of quietude
between the darkness and the dawn
stillness like a tender mantle
replaces pressures that have gone

My soul rests there in Your embrace
waits for the quickening of the morn
strengthened and upheld by love
each day I am reborn

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Updated March 13, 2005
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