The slow founts of dawn, <br />On a cool winters day. <br />Cast but one momentous shadow, <br />Where the new fawn once lay. <br /> <br />Pausing silently in the moment, <br />Sensing fresh dew on the sod. <br />Delight in the advent, <br />And the glory of God. <br /> <br />That still in the early, <br />And the middle of morn. <br />Forget for one moment, <br />Life's trials and its scorn. <br /> <br />So tell me of virtue, <br />Sweet family and home. <br />Tis' my God of Thee, <br />Give me this moment alone. <br /> <br />Morning shall soon pass, <br />As I linger and yearn. <br />Praying my God of Thee, <br />For this moment's return. <br /> <br /> (Authors First Poem)<br /><br />Barry A. Lanier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moment-in-the-morn/
