Morning Star
Beside the silent meadow
Filled with mist so soft and deep,
Between the chilled cold dark of night
He came to her that sleeps.
In peace He knelt beside her
And touched pale finger tips,
With silken grace as wood thrush calls
He kissed her dew-chilled lips.
And then the light grew brighter
Chasing shadows from the deep,
The rose blush hue of life did fill
His love, her morning cheeks.
And soon her eyes did open
And with them rose the sun,
Now hand in hand they walk the path
As new life just begun.
Now that peace is calling
And conflict gone to sleep,
Those of us who hear the call
May tread on silent feet.
The path that leads to sunrise
Where song birds sing so sweet,
Where heavens gentle breezes blow
And shining spirits meet.
So hurry now my loved one
The doorway is not far,
Past gentle meadows filled with mist
By Bright and Morning Star.
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