The graying cloud of morning mist
Sweeps over one like angels kissed
With dewdrops wet and breeze caressed,
The body seems by calm possessed !
The still of dawn is best of all
To seek the charm of nature’s call
And learn to listen to the voice
That echoes sounds of each one’s choice !
It is to God we owe our vow
To heed His words both then and now !
Claire V. Bogdanos 