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Real Faith, Real Teens

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Real Life: Morning
by Carrie Raines, Age 16

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Twilight has settled over the expanse;
The sun has not peeked over the hills to the East
Misty low fog clouds creep slowly across the terrain on little cat's feet,
Stirring the russet wren in her next and the gossamer web of a tiny spider.

I return to reality from my dormant state as a faint light breaks through
Facing through the window pane,
My eyes watch the gentle infant rays break behind the trees,
The sturdy old beings that have been since the creation

Tiny diamonds shine on the leaves of the honeysuckle bush,
Day lilies and tiger lilies lifting drooping heads to invite the warmth.
"Invite"
Is whispered in my ear by the still, small voice.
"Come, I want to talk to you as we do every morning.
See what I have created for you, my child.
This is my invitation to come as a daughter to Father God."

I respond, "You did well. The morning is a masterpiece. It's so lovely!"
He replies, "Look out and tell me what you see?"
I see the catapa trees, the mimosas, my roses, the lilies, honeysuckle,
Lilacs, the little tulips and bushes, the dew of the morning. . .

"Did you tend your little roses? Are they your masterpiece? You look at them with pride, for
they are truly beautiful. Child, you too, are my masterpiece, made in my image.
Fearfully and wonderfully made, you are my beautiful rose;
All of my children are the flowers and blossoms in my garden, and when they come,
They appear to me like the morning views that you have seen today."
I smile and whisper, "Thank you."

We are the delicate flora of God
He is the nurturer; He is our sun and rain
We must not grow lashing thorns toward Him
For if it were not for Him, we would be nothing more than seeds.

Knowing this, I lay back down. . .
Good morning, and good day.

Copyright 2002, Carrie Raines.

Real Faith, Real Teens: Copyright 2001, 2002, Real Faith, Teens, T. Suzanne Eller, Dare To Believe. Permission must be granted to reprint any item in any form. Please feel free to send the newsletter in its entirety to your friends. The stories and poems should not be added to a web site without permission of T. Suzanne Eller or the individual author.
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