I don’t often write in poetry form, maybe because I don’t really know the official rules or because my rhymes are usually a stretch. That said, I have recently found that I enjoy writing lyrics for some of the hubby’s songs. This morning is a morning of reflection and in a notebook of miscellany I found a Sunday morning poem I’d already written months ago. It seemed to capture the same sentiment of today so I thought I’d share it despite some of it’s inconsistent patterns.
Sunday Morning
Wake up to the quiet glory
of the early Sunday morning
Thankful for all you’ve done
Staring out to rays of sun
There’s a certain mystery
to the direction of the trees
Luscious green, rolling clouds
crashing waves, windy days
In the morning, I will sing of your love
Show me where I should go
Because my morning is yours
This is the morning, your morning
Let me sing loudly of your love
tiptoe into the day, keep on faithfully
May it be with peace and with love
“Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you. Show me the way I should go, for to you I entrust my life.” – Psalm 143:8