Fill My Cup
Fill my cup from little streams...with real joy -
a tiny bud that blossoms to flower,
its petals iridescent with dewdrops,
my garden of joy is full this moment.
Fill my cup from little streams...with music -
the language of angels dancing on clouds,
the tune set to the beauty of God’s world,
my soul flies to the heavens enraptured.
Fill my cup...with fall’s magical colors -
a rainbow splashed over the forest turf,
and when I glance up across a clear sky,
a palette of hues are mine to paint with.
Fill my cup...with sounds of children laughing -
the patter of little feet running wild
around a fountain gurgling clear water,
they are playing “catch me” with each other.
And my cup is full to overflowing,
I breathe content, no sorrows will disturb
my peace of mind, no nightmares to strangle
my soul, as I lay down to sleep smiling.
@jjote 04022021
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