In the morning

I awaken to a soft glow of the forever sun.

Oh, Lord how your glory defeats that yellow orange.

My eyes flutter to the whisper of the morning’s tongue.

The delicate touch of the breeze as

the earth deepens its lung.

I sense the dew clung to the blades

without need to step across its peaceful ways.

The watery pebbles eager to cast

the sunrise’s embrace as it naturally lasts.

In the morning I rise to

the chirping of the bird who sings

melodies to Thee who counts

their wings.

The crisp air squeezes my bronchioles

reminding me that nature is one

within me.

The dullness of the gray clouds pardons

my eyes from the illuminating sky

Forgiving me a second to

fathom all which is above my eyes.

Oh, Lord how you spare my wandering mind.

Oh, God how you bless my morning eye.

Oh, how I ponder you, my Miraculous Guide.

In the morning I rise.

Pslam 119:147