Late to Rise

July 13, 2020

This morning I was late to rise.
The sun was up before my eyes.

I search inside for words to say
To see what’s there to write today.

So many ways to write a rhyme
My words are simple, not sublime.

Our puppy Lucy’s in my lap.
She’s snuggled down to take a nap.

I play with words much like a toy,
Like building blocks that I enjoy.

This morning there’s not much to share,
A loving pup, a rocking chair.

I pray this day that you find peace.
May worries fade and joy increase.

Whatever troubles come your way,
I pray you know God’s love today.

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