Yawn
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Yawn
The morning is here.
The day is quiet for the moment.
It will change quickly, without notice.
I must hurry to get the chores done,
and breakfast ready.
My man will be up soon.
He will be hungry.
I prepare the goat bottles.
Our babies are still very small.
They cry, but not loudly...
like real children.
They cry, softly...
like the moans and tears
by the inner heart
of all children,
starving for mom
for dad,
for attention...
sweetly.
The dog follows me around.
She too knows it is time to get up.
Time to eat,
time to wander around
and make sure all is well,
and as it should be,
on our little farm.
Our dog is very loyal,
she is very faithful,
and reliable.
Lessons could be easily learned,
just watching her,
do what she does naturally.
It is beautiful,
God is good,
and loves dogs.
He loves us more
for giving them to us.
The bacon is cooked to a crisp.
The smell is wonderful...
drifting through our home.
Fresh eggs from the chickens,
a few from the quail,
the bounty...
all a gift from the Lord.
I bow my head, not for the first time,
not for the last,
and give thanks for everything,
as it is All from HIM.
Prayers for the day,
the way to start every time,
to draw the line against
bad, and embrace all that is good.
Thank you Lord,
for waking me,
to see,
your whole world again,
through blessed eyes.
Amen.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2022
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