Softening flames..

A ray yonder big.
With the face of a mother.
Radiant enough.
Sends life with love.
Sends seasons wind, rain and life.
Being a life is your boon.
A being is your gift.
We move in your movements.
We live your life.
Life immortal is a human dream.
But I know we are mortal.
Day and morning is your decision.
Moon and Moons are your sons.
Nature is your sign.
Life is its rhythm.
O birds sing the morning!
Sing in the morning!
For the poor souls on earth needs a prayer to begin the morning !
Pray for the poor, downtrodden and the forsaken.
For their life need a shoulder to rest and resort.
Love the morning.
Love life.
Life is beautiful !
With agonies hidden and pains vailed.
Gladys Stephen morning psalm.

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