Heart Of The Matter
We Welcome The Morn
”South Shore, Loch Earn”, Photographed by Linda Harnett © 2006
Let me take you there,
To some faraway places,
Where there's clear mountain air,
Swirling mist on our faces,
Where golden the grass,
In fields where we waken,
Where doubt and denial,
Are all but forsaken,
How soft is the whisper,
That's cradled in you,
And dampened the grass,
Replenished by dew,
In new mountain light,
We welcome the morn,
How fertile the fields,
As a new life, is born.
Linda Harnett, ©2007
Music : "Cir Mhor", by Ed Walker from his new CD, The Arran Suite
available from http://www.myspace.com/arranian
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We Welcome The Morn
We Welcome The Morn