Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Good morning, Lord.


My God greets me in the morning
with a cool breeze
and a cloud-dappled blue sky
              good morning, Lord.



The city snuggles deeper
under covers of pink fog,
and the sun bursts through, melts it away
              good morning, Lord.


The sun rises over the lake.
I drink hot coffee high above the city,
I am blessed.
            good morning, Lord.


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