something precious as morning rose
touched my heart, kindled my deep
some wonderful, wonderous dream
haunts me when I sleep
something sweet as morning honey
graced my soul, stirred fire
a dove more beautiful than any
flew up, then flew higher
something gentle as morning light
suffused my life, sparked my eyes
with each breath now, comes the dawn
comes the sacred from forever skies
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Conveys a more appealing image of “sacred” than the one going around .