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