A Nook and a Storybook
Every morning I rise grateful to be alive
and in my movements from sleep to waking
each step is blessed by the newest day God might provide,
and I embrace another chance, never oblivious of it's making.
With coffee in hand, I wander through the garden
grateful of each presented wonder
and I slip into the crevices unhardened
to a comfy rocking chair hidden beneath the holly it's under.
There safely wrapped in nature and its innocence
I take in the sun and breathe in fresh clean air
offering my silent prayer and open penitence
then flip the pages of the bible for guidance found there.
This little hollow is my refuge, my very own private nook
of where I find hope and peace and solitude
grateful for life and words of this inspired revered book
that guides my life, my actions and my very attitude.
This is the best of all places I can be
within my secluded safe protected nook
wherein I spend my mornings joyous and free
and for nothing more gifted do I look.
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4/30/2016
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