The freshness of the morning

I'm a fresh morning, happy to breathe,

Eyes closed, face pointing to the sun.

A smile of happiness heart dip.

And open before God I the window



Their They adopted soul.

May He love her of His bathe.

And I hear in the morning quiet

That sweet Voice. He will reveal



To me the secrets of eternity and the joy of life,

The length of the moment and the transience of the year

The value of quality, me of day,

The bliss of life without sin, freedom.



And I notice a scattering of dew,

That is in the grass the night dropped,

And the sun is sleepy ray barefoot

Touching only, it is not drained,



But only made to sparkle, to play,

As expensive diamonds facets.

What a joy to behold

The harmony of nature early in the morning!



Hearing the birds singing, I want

My prayer with this choir to merge.

Spread its wings in the sky fly

So at the throne of God to pray.



What could be more beautiful for the soul

Than the perfection of God worship?!

My Lord, in this morning silence

Take from my mouth thanks!!!


Lyudmila Shulgovsky