Splinters of light piercing early dawn,
The
last vestiges of night soon gone.
Love
e'er awakens, just as it should,
Rays
of pure sunshine, like morning's hood
Draping
the cold earth still wrapped in ice,
Melting
its teardrops, just to entice
Life
to awaken when it is time,
To
spring forth like lambs in pantomime.
Splinters
of light piercing ev'ry nook,
Murmurs
of trickling water, a brook
Suddenly
bursting forth in the sun.
Where
do they hide when fresh waters run?
Love's
perfect plan unveiled when it will.
Splinters
of light that are never still,
Part
of love's plan is to lead the way,
Light's
splinters piercing, new ev'ry day.
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