A drive on Christmas morning and a wonderful view of Long Island Sound in the distance inspired this poem
The eyes of morning blink and twinkle, framed by horizons of crystalline brilliant shoreline;
Icy dawn, with her gold and scarlet hued mantle, weaves long since leafless branches and tells a tale of wonder to those who ponder her magnificence;
It embodies the exhileration of time well spent, basking in the glory of that which is given freely to the most wretched but is beyond the riches of kings to purchase;
A gift of creation, sculpted from living canvas and painted by the moving fingers of a loving God.