Radiant Is The Morning Dew To Mist Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Radiant is the morning dew to mist.
As if for the first time in my mind,
I've come to see and appreciate it.
And on the horizon a rising Sun,
Appears in the sky like never before done.
Where was I and where have I been?
Have I aged to acknowledge,
A liking more of my life...
Without looking for complaints to begin?
To witness the significance,
Of this 'Supreme' experience I've been given.

Radiant is the morning dew to mist.
As if in my mind to discover the first time,
I've come to see and appreciate it.
And on the horizon a rising Sun,
Appears in the sky like never before done.
Where was I and where have I been?
Have I aged to acknowledge,
A liking more of my life...
Without looking for complaints to begin?
I must first thank God.
And without delay for this gift nearly missed.

Radiant is the morning dew to mist.
Majestic.
Complex.
And yet,
Simplistic in appearance and easy to accept.
As if for the first time I have come to like life.
Where was I and where have I been?
Have I awakened to dawn to have bloomed,
To now take notice of it?