Being of the moment
Blessed day begins
Attuning to the drawing
Gifts of soul sink in
Sweet song of the singing
Echoes through the trees
Surrendering direction
Seeing what soul sees
Gentle breeze of blowing
Casts away distress
Intimate of bonding
Blesses soul caress
Sunlight upon water
Pool of glistening rays
Above flows to below
Flowing what souls prays
DarylMadden 
I attended and out-door service this morning and this poem fits perfectly with my blessed morning.:0)
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