Deulpur, Howrah, Bharat
The morning breaks its silent seal,
And light begins to softly weave;
My soul still has pause to feel,
The quiet truth that I believe.
The breath of grace is freely cast,
Across the fields of doubt and fear;
May have washed the heavy past,
The whispers are sacred near.
Step softly into the morning hue,
Let me be grateful to the spirit mend;
In every start where the old is new,
And heaven’s quiet arms extend.
Let the hours unfold and shine,
Has peace inside your heart to stay;
Receiving the gift may drop by divine,
And go gently to grace the day.
