sounds and thoughts that would
disrupt such a special time...
such moments as these.
The rain has produced green and tall bushes
and made way for full trees, clean pavement
and a number of worm gathering robins.
For me it's another of God's gift to man...
Time...
Though not unlimited and certainly open for the taking...
and spent forth in our making
of memories and even exposing
years of silent dreams.
Seems
each day I am reminded of the few...
Those who
have made way inside my world...
closed so many times..
to rekindle a faint flame
of purpose that remains.
Grasping at each fleeting moment...
touched by bird's chatter and a sun's bright ray.
I gather up each precious morn
even when tired and forlorn...
to find what may be new perspectives...
on old dreams.
Seems
each day I am reminded of the many...
Those who surround my small world
christened regularly by an early morning dew.
All that I am
All that I do...
with the gift of another day.
There is a calm
About early morning...
It just brings comfort.
In quiet
he heart can review
and the spirit can renew.
One readies for another day
with gleaning from the past..
witnessing the glory of creation
and being reminded of God's promise
to be with us...even until the end of the age.
Amen
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