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First Light, First Blessing

 ‎I rise in quiet, spirit still,

‎And offer thanks with gentle will.

‎Curtains drawn, the light pours through,

‎A sacred start, each day is brand new.


‎The window opens, the breeze flows wide,

‎It touches my skin and sleepy eyes,

‎A soft hello from Earth and skies.


‎Outside, the trees in silence stand,

‎A gift of green from Heaven’s hand.

‎Their branches sway, their leaves all shine

‎A simple grace, a holy sign.


‎A smile appears, I softly say,

‎“What a gift, this life, this day.”

‎In nature’s arms, my soul takes flight

‎I walk in peace, I walk in light.


- Gla Maiyo -

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