To the Trained Eye

It’s a beautiful morning, to the trained eye.
Within the fog, lies comfort and security.
Away from the traffic, there is peace and stillness.

It’s a beautiful morning, to the trained eye.
Stillness blankets the heart, calming fears and regrets.
Hope penetrates the mind, inspiring possibilities and ideas.

It’s a beautiful morning, to the trained eye.
Look not to what can be seen with the naked eye.
Consider the Truth of the Spirit within.

The anchorman proclaims failures and faux pas.
The meteorologist predicts inches of doom.
It’s a beautiful morning still, to the trained eye.

Adverts assert potential disaster without their wares.
Medical coverage is for the few and the cunning.
It’s a beautiful morning still, to the trained eye.

The death toll rises in zones of war and of peace.
Even death is costly with grief and guilt, pain and blame.
It’s a beautiful morning still, to the trained eye.

It’s a beautiful morning, to the trained eye.
Focus not on what seems out of control and useless.
Sovereignty has not blinked His eye.

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