Morning Adulation

Settling into the sigh

of the morning quiet,

alone with the air and the hum of home,

peace descends like a soft mist,

a spider-web blanket of light,

an embrace of spirit wrapping 

all that is --

of which I am but a whisper of breath.

Gratitude dances on the edges of my heart,

softening the piercings of everyday sorrows.

This life is a gift

'tis true,

but its ending is equally its beginning.

What joy to walk in the wisdom of eternity!

I bow deeply, this morn,

this precious, sweet morn.

◄ Weaving the Threads

A Book at Dawn ►


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Sun 30th Apr 2023 13:50

Thanks all. My poetry is my therapy, & I am grateful to WOL for this affirming forum that allows me to share what I write. Thanks to all who work so skillfully on this user-friendly website; to all who write from their hearts, minds & souls; and to those who press "like" & post interesting, thought-provoking, challenging & encouraging comments. You are all appreciated by little old(ish) lady me!

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Stephen Gospage

Sun 30th Apr 2023 08:46

A stunning, beautiful poem, Hélène.

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John Botterill

Sun 30th Apr 2023 05:14

You weave patterns of sounds with such skill, Helene. A true poet of the soul! I am in awe!

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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Sat 29th Apr 2023 21:11

I like this Hélène.

"Settling into the sigh
of the morning quiet,"

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Manish Singh Rajput

Sat 29th Apr 2023 17:38

Your poems brings so much serenity and good vibes to me Helena. This speaks about balance of sorrows and happiness of life, and how every morning light brings in new hope to begin with.
Thank you.

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