Sunrise, Lyell Canyon, Yosemite National Park

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This Sunday morning

Early I rise,

To lift the mist from the water,

To brush the frost from the meadow,

To taste the first golden drop of sun:

The day has almost begun.

I stroll.

"Good morning," says Brother Bruin,

"God has just passed.

If you hurry, you can catch Him."

"Good morning," say I,

"The path is straight

And He will wait,

He knows I follow."

I stroll.

"Good morning," says Sister Doe,

"God has just passed.

If you hurry, you can catch Him."

"Good morning," say I,

"The path is clear

And He is near,

He knows I follow."

I stroll.

"Good morning," says Grandpa Marmot,

"God has just passed.

He awaits you where the path divides."

"Good morning," I reply,

"Your faith sustains me," say I.

"Bless you and have a good day."

I stroll.

"Good morning," says He,

"I have been expecting thee.

I see you found the way."

"The path was clearly marked," I say,

"There was no cause to stray.

Which path will we follow today?"

Lyell Canyon

August 7, 1977