Below is the poem entitled MASTER OF THE MORNING which was written by poet
van Breda. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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MASTER OF THE MORNING
Where were you when I created earth
who decided on its size
or came up with measurements and design?
How were its foundations poured
as morning stars sang
in chorus as the sun was lifted high?
Who took charge of Oceans vast and wide
gushing forward like newborn
babe wrapped in soft clouds tucked in safely?
I made your sturdy playpen so no harm would come your way
I made the place your stronghold in times of childish tantrums
I ordered morning to arise— prompted the dawn to get to work
Gently reminding –your understanding has limitations
Control and human omniscience- no key to my creation
Your role my child – is the capacity to depend and trust
I am the Master of each new Morning--putting it in place
I am the hand holding enormity & vastness--My creation
I break into your hardship with the dawn of each new day
“Have you ever given orders to the morning or shown each dawn its place”