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Mourning Glory by SonjaShe unfolds her damp, chilled petals To greet the new, dawning Light. She does this daily, her part of Creation This is her Morning Glory plight. Daily she stretches her imaginative self, Striving to improve her Perfect Hope so bright. Will this be the day to take her leave, Or will she close again before the night? The Sun rises high in the noon day sky Shedding Light on all of His nations. The Morning Glory retreats reverently To her meditative position wondering If tomorrow they both will return. The dew drops dry to her withered beauty Like the dried tears on the cheek of a child. But there is no sadness, Just a persistent yearning To unfold and bathe eternally In the warmth of His Loving Light. It is really quite simple. The Morning Glory Is quietly and patiently Mourning her Glory And yearning for the special, dawning day When she can return to her Creator's Garden And blossom for Eternity. Praising Him with her beauty, forever to unfold. May we all live and fulfill our potential as beautifully and valiantly! Copyright ©9-1999 by Sonja Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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