Morning Prayer
Moisture laden morning air
wraps pale shawls round sleepy trees;
wee birds sing in cool garden
lifting praise on pleasing breeze.
Bees busy dusting flowers,
packing perfumed honey bags,
buzz low to kiss choice blossoms
drooped beneath dewdrops downward drag.
I worship, cloistered dawning,
held still in God's supreme hand;
linger, soft laughing moments,
giving grace for day's demands.
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, 6-21-14
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014
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