The morning rises
to greet your
mourning.
It springs up
and says
ARISE!
Greet life in
your fullest
blooming
that you may
see the face
of God
alive.
The Morning Hour | a poem.
Written by ISABEL MARTIN-VENTURA
Posted on 2 Comments
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Palepetrichor, I am glad that you enjoyed The Morning Hour. I would be happy to check out your site, but I must share that I am not a writer of poetry in the typical sense. I am gifted with them. As a channel, I receive each poem automatically; I write as fast as I hear the words coming in. I encourage you to read more at guidedword.wordpress.com as you may find some inspiration for your writings. Best to you!