Blessing Field

Let silence speak
This morning prayer
And our soul be
Of witness here

This new day births
As light reveals
The blessing of
This morning’s field

So, tender be
It’s touch of love
A gift of grace
From heav’n above

Caress of warmth
To soil deep
Of nourishment
Of growth to seep

A whisper soft
Thought to construe
That in the love
That we’re blessed too

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