A Summer's dawn
one early chosen morn
cleared haze of sleep
prepared to ponder deep.
Gaze with awakened eye
towards that dawning sky
with pensive thought upon
to whom does it all belong.
With a breath of air, respired deep
take in all with, admired sweep
ponder upon, One who created it all
what makes it stand out to enthrall.
I considered the purpose of that Great Creator
as I humbled at the footstool of that Maker
I envisage too the vastness of His space
as I bathed in the rays of His Love and Grace