Tears at dawn

Prompt: Landscape
Form: Found poem
Device: Enumeratio

In face of rising morn,
fatigue takes its leave.
In a majestic landscape I stand.
Fear, too, takes its leave.
I stand as witness to
the tender compassion of
the Creator,
for He,
in my most difficult hour,
has given me strength to reach
above moorlands, above the clouds,
above the winds that lift a soaring eagle high.
I stand in the shaft of His warm light.
Sweat become tears – sweet tears of joy.

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Photo by Christine J. W. Chu
 Featured image: Photo by Brooke Hoyer (CC BY-ND 2.0)
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  1. Bravo for actually finding all the words! I love how they are all different.

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