A Poetess Ponders
When the sun has shut his sleepy-sun eyes,
And the moon in its silvered glory rises to watch over us.
When the Creator in His wisdom, makes us tired and worn,
It's so miraculously glorious!
Our hearts travel to be in His loving care each night.
So that at sunrise, we arise to do His will.
It's so divinely and poetically right!
September 30, 2020
7:30pm PST
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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