In the newness of each day
As the morning brings forth color
And the darkness fades away
I hear your gentle whispers
Expressed in human voices
In words of love and faith
In which the truth rejoices
I feel your tender touch
Through hands of your creation
That you made to be a sign
Of your love without cessation
I smell your hint of promise
Of the world that is to come
Knowing all will yield
To the Spirit we came from
I hope to taste the fruit
Sprung from heaven's seed
Planted by the God of love
Who knows our ev'ry need
I sense you in each moment
Of beginning and of end
Trusting that through you
This life, I will transcend
-C. O'Connell-
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