IlluminationAs morning wakes...
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Illumination
As morning wakes the slumbering shades of night,
so memory revives the sleeping shades
of friends still loved, though lost to mortal sight.
I marvel at the miracle that fades
dark night to dawn when morning flies abroad
on wings of angels; marvel at the gifts
that come with change, so gently wrought. I laud
the God who gives us memories to lift
the veil of death, as morning draws aside
the veil of night. For friends we've loved live on
in thought, their wisdom with us yet, to guide;
their joy forever ours with each new dawn.
Sweet benediction fills the morning air,
for memories that bless are living prayer.
From B. Kathleen Fannin, In Search Of The River, (Lima, OH: Fairway Press, 1992), p. 45. -- Fannin
As morning wakes the slumbering shades of night,
so memory revives the sleeping shades
of friends still loved, though lost to mortal sight.
I marvel at the miracle that fades
dark night to dawn when morning flies abroad
on wings of angels; marvel at the gifts
that come with change, so gently wrought. I laud
the God who gives us memories to lift
the veil of death, as morning draws aside
the veil of night. For friends we've loved live on
in thought, their wisdom with us yet, to guide;
their joy forever ours with each new dawn.
Sweet benediction fills the morning air,
for memories that bless are living prayer.
From B. Kathleen Fannin, In Search Of The River, (Lima, OH: Fairway Press, 1992), p. 45. -- Fannin
