Beneath the first light
I raise my heart in supplication
lift me up Oh Lord
off my trembling knees
life’s burdens can keep me down
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Beneath the first light
I raise my eyes to meet the sun
reflections of grace dance on the hillside
I am beckoned to dance
nature comes alive
*
Beneath the first light
I raise my voice to sing your glory
notes flutter on the breeze like butterflies
I am reminded I am free
not shackled to this world

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Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. In 2019, we have an exciting project. We are working with a team developing elementary curriculum for African children. As a writer, it is a thrill to help children who want to learn.
I've been part of the blogging community for more than 10 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2012 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the (quiet) originator of the idea and co-producer of One Stop Poetry.
I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers.
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Gorgeous
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>not shackled to this worldForest of Dean< on my places to visit list of my blog. _m
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Ooops! Something went astray in this comment, “not shackled to this world” or not shackled to
that which we are told. New light, a new path a new day. _m
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yes, walk in the grass barefoot!
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beautiful
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“Not shackled to this world” Amen!
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Beautiful
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Reblogged this on theowlladyblog.
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thanks soooo much dear owl lady!!!
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An uplifting verse.
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