Early Morn

September 2, 2020

I rise up early, start my day.
Not sure if there’s a rhyme today.

A puppy sleeping on my chest.
She snuggled down and made a nest.

A rainy night, a restful sleep,
A rolling thunder low and deep,

The early morn’s a special time
To read, to pray, to knit a rhyme.

The chair is silent as I glide,
Let words emerge, see what’s inside.

Sometimes they float, a wispy cloud,
Sometimes they seem to shout out loud.

I try to render what I find
Inside my heart, my soul, my mind.

I pray the Lord will guide my pen,
To share the love He’s placed within.

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