Sweet

I awaken to beautiful music as birds sing sweetly outside my window. I rise and dress unhurriedly. I go into the kitchen to prepare my morning tea, The first of many for it sits easily on my stomach, and energizes me for the day ahead. Sweet Cup in hand I emerge into the garden. It is early morning and the dew is heavy on the grass and shrubs. The air is perfumed with the fragrance of flowers. Bees hum busily among them as the birds continue to serenade me. I am soothed as my senses awaken to the sights and sounds about me. Sweet My garden, my Sanctum Sanctorum where I commune with my God. I praise Him for His goodness, His mercy and His tender care. I thank Him for His providence and put before Him my petitions; And as I pray my spirit surges with new hope and reassurance. I feel stronger, more confident and reborn. Sweet I know that whatever this day may bring, There is nothing I cannot face Nothing I cannot conquer, As long as I remain standing beside my God. Sweet