Wake ...Awake in the morning ...and early did the son rise ...yet awake ...awakened was i before ...the son came into brightness ...and i went out of mine house ...and sat on the stony steps that others had built ...and the Lord did minister to me ...in the quietness before the new day ...in peace of heart and mind ...and conscience before God ...blessed that "way" by Jesus
and a fog ...a mist ...mysticism ...was on the face of the world ...and thickly ...
Nevertheless the son was rising ...and that in full brilliant glory ...and would burn away the fog ...
and dew ...heavy ladened ...covered all things ...all living things ...and so much so that it dripped from mighty trees ...and the grass was sodden ..with the heavy waters of the fresh dew ...
for the day before ...the days before had been hot ...and uncomforting ...and sweltering ...and burning ...and most were soaked in their own sweat ...in the days before ...the night that had come ...the days before the darkness came ...and even the nights of darkness were ...hot ...and peoples layed ...even in their beds ...sweating for rest ...
eeee...and in the heat of the days before ...much of the grass ...that was before living... died from the death of it ...from the heat and sweltering ...and vast areas of the face of the world ...dried up ...from the heat of the days before ...and so much so that many thought ...eee.. a drought had come ...and that waters might not fall from heaven anymore ...or not in time that any of the grass be saved ...for there was dread dieing on the face of the world ...
Yet now ...now of this new morning ...was the mournings of the past ...forgotten ...as the freshness of a new day came ..and son light kissed the face of the earth ...
and the grass waited upon the son ...for it had been refreshed ...of a mighty rain ...of the day before the new morning of the Son ...and the grass was full ...and stood up ...and held the dew of the new morning ...strongly in the arms of its new shoots ...
Now it came to pass that as i sat there ...in truth ...in peace ...the son rose the more and in the quietness ...i was shown ...as the son shone ...so even was i shown ...how that the son brightly shines and reflects from ...and off the dew ...that the grass held on to so firmly ...
Then a measure of a matter came ...and one i had not seen before ...for it seemed that the grass began to MOVE ...and to dance ...and to wave its blades in the air ...
and i looked the closer ...and it was true ...for the grass was moving ...yet not of itself ...but of the son light that shined on them ...of that they moved ...
and i was mysteryed of the seeing ...for ...though i knew that all greenness of living ...grew towards the Son ...yet these were dancing ...!
and i measured the matter and prayed and measured the more ...and prayed the more ...
and yeee ...comes the opening ...for it is the "air" ...the very breath and spirit of God ...that waits upon the Son ...and now as the son warms the earth ...from the cold darkness of the world ...does the dew of heaven form on these ...yea even from the air..does the dew come ...and the air waits the more ...till the warmth of the son be received ..then ..then at this warming ...does the waiting air ...began to move ...very so gently very so quietly ...the air ...that gives life ...that any might have breath ...that air ...and the spirit of HIM ...stirs ...gently and quietly ...ever so ...slightly ...perfectly ...and the living grass begins to dance ...in the Son light ...
and so it is ...that the father and the son ...worketh together perfectly ...exactly ...gently ...delicately ...early in the morning of the new day ...for the life of the living ...any of the living ...
that any might dance and their joy be full ...in the Son light ...moved by the spirit of God ...that holy spirit of God our father ...unseen from the gentlest breath of him ...even to the most moving wind ...
and the birds of the air ...came flying roundabout me ...Yea and even one came ...and hummed and hovered ...for he was an very humming bird ...and hovered very close to me ...within the open reach of my hand ...and he looked at the cup ...i was drinking from ...and the smoke that came from my nostril's ...
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